My Candles
These feelings, they come in waves.
Feel it coming on again.
The darkness arrives, it hurts.
Crying again, the wax pours out my eyes.
It happens sometimes, I feel kinda bad.
Just take the wax, mould it how I want.
Twist it so it looks better than it is,
I make another candle to put on my shelf.
Should probably burn it, but oh well.
Maybe I'll get there one day but I'm afraid.
Afraid the smoke will choke me out.
So I just put it up on my shelf.
My shelf is full, please let me burn them.
Can't stand to see these symbols anymore.
I just want the pain to go away.
But I'll find a way to fit another candle.
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