Crash

Colliding, breaking, concealing, and faking.

A slap in the face, this crash, this collide.

It broke both my arms, and a part of me died.

My face is screwed up and my head is now bald.

some car crashed right into me, so tell me who's fault?

I can't look in the mirror, the memories are pain.

My burned cuts and scars send me rooting for rain.

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I want to feel the drops on my face.

I don't want to see or be at this place.

I just want to run.  Run away from it all.

I feel like a crash, a distorted rag doll.