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Jay by Layla

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Waitress

20s

Another table to be served

Will they look me in my eyes this time around?

If I act nice will I get a better tip?

Does it even matter?

It will matter when the rent needs to be paid, what am I talking about.

I need to get out, why am I here.

Why am I doing this? . . .

I need to get out.

How did I get here, waiting tables?

This is not me. I don’t feel like me.

I need a smoke. Just one more. Last one.

Who am I kidding it’s just the first of many.

Here I go again. Chain smoking.

I thought I’d quit. This. Just one more puff.

I thought I’d quit. This job. What’s holding me back?

I can do more. I’m better than this.

I’m smart. Why am I still here?

I need to get out.

Something is missing. I feel lonely.

I need a man. Maybe that will change my life.

What if he leaves? What if I do?

I need to get out.

I need to get out of this job. I need to get out of this city.

I need to get out of this mind. I need to get out.

I just need to get out.

Home by Layla

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I’m cold
I’m reckless
I’m homeless
I don’t feel, when I bruise them
I don’t care, when I hurt them
I walk alone, I fly solo
I’m cold, careless, reckless
I have nothing to lose, nothing to gain
I put a mask on to get through people
I put a mask on so I don’t get questioned
I’m not broken, the flame just died out in me
And I am cold and senseless.
Something died in me. A long time ago.
I truly believed nothing can revive me
I heard a shout, of my name
Just as I was closing the door
Someone decided to seek me
Someone decided to step in
Someone decided to join me
To feel me, to hear me, to see me
The mask was slowly lifted
A spark was lit
Something in me was awakened
I’m still careless, but I feel
For him who entered
For him who stepped in
For him who joined me
I care, just enough to hold him
Just enough to call him home
Just enough to rest
I love, oh how I love
Just enough to be broken again
Just enough to be cold and frozen again
I have everything to lose, and I’m not afraid
Because either way, feeling and not feeling
Are equally satisfying.

Traitor by Layla

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Cold stinging winters;
I no longer feel you,
you no longer bother me,
not in the same way that you used to.
My skin has turned thick,
my heart has hardened by what has become.
I no longer feel pain,
I no longer feel anything towards you. Continue reading →