i watched the dance
the dance about what is wrong with me
it contained the passion i have lacked these past few years
as i've been taught to control myself

advice to the ruined:
do not let them dull you

i read a story i wrote 3 years ago
the diction, the creativity, the piece was pure genius and passion
now my mind can not even think of a line to put down

advice to the ruined:
do not let them dull you

i used to cry on the spot
everything was so close to the surface
and now...
for hours i dig
and dig
deep inside myself
but every trigger that i try to set off has been diminished by one therapist or another
and the knot that is tightening right below my heart needs to be cried out
but i can not reach it

advice to the ruined:
do not let them dull you

when i was little i had so many boyfriends
i fell in love in the blink of an eye
and i shone with a light that erased the sun
when i was held by someone i could barely stand my skin holding me in
now...
it scares me to have *******
and i don't know if anyone is squeezing my **** or not

*advice to the ruined:
do not let them dull you