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What Remains?

What remains after the words were spoken?
What was better left unsaid?
Seems like a thousand times,
I've felt this way.
A thousand times alone.

Nothing ever changed with me,
Nothing I could say.
For nine years I practiced,
Killing myself.
I always stopped before I bled.

In the hours between the stars,
I buried my heart in the dirt.
In the water between the hours,
I washed myself free of pain.

For a second, I was saved.
For a moment I was whole again.
Then my saviour stood revealed,
Then I knew that they had lied.

All it took was just one moment,
All it took was just one kiss.
Then you saved me from myself.
You saved me from myself.