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my shirt is ripped and covered in holes
and i don't care, really, i don't
it's that i am afraid that my skin will be seen
and i really don't care
i don't care at all
that my shirt's almost gone
In the hollow of my heart
A kingdom arised
I once was as shallow as your prompts
Had pieces of me diced
Why not seek the hidden in me
Seek the holy wisdom
Do they see what I see?
You’ve come to terms with reality,
and decided to put your mask on
so, all they see is cold indifference.
Unfortunately,
Soaked tempted eyes
Blinded all the night
When shall they see the art
When shall they close
Move apart
For as thou are haunting the house of my heart
i've been tired for a while now
i've been tired for a while
i've been running and chasing
been following and racing
far and long for a while now
i didn't have time to catch the bus
is it better to wish than to have and to be scared to lose?
is it worse to experience than to expect?
there's so much to enjoy when you look around
but so little to feel when you get it or take it or buy it or win
there's no sense to find sense in a move or an action
that would be a distraction from the silence inside
pointing fingers is easy
while ignoring a broken mirror
existing before you
showing your distorted reflection
due to your refusal
to acknowledge your narcissism
Your level of desperation is
beyond nothing but ridiculous.
It’s not enough with false rumours.
You still aim to bury me in pieces.
I thought high school was over some decades ago,
100 days of mourning
And a 100 small ways of recovering
100 days of walking through fire,
Scalded & burnt, yet still standing
They say: "You are not ready for peace"
What piece?
A good chunk?
A smaller one?
So she has returned,
unannounced and uninvited,
an annoying plot twist
among a sequence of pieces.
I hate how she screams
Girls like blue, boys like pink,
I love u, but ur so cringe.
Girls are handsome, boys are beautiful,
Nothing makes sense , but it’s so wonderful.
Up is down, left is right,
