just empty words

9.

Blood that oozes out of my wounds,
Often leaves a bad taste in my mouth,
Pain shedding from my skin,
Often tells me about its adventures,
I laugh in the name of misery,
But my heart muses what I might never,
I refuse to be competent,
Is stubbornness all there left?,
Leave me or move on,
Who really cares?,
If walking on thin lines, my only way out,
Then why do i pretend to not see?,
Blue and black are these walls,
Yet they are slowing caving in,
I might feel suffocated somedays,
And some days i dont feel at all,
Pain is just for the pretend,
If we cant see it, then it doesn't exist,
Embedded under this shallow skin,
Withering flowers and my ached breathing,
Shall i bleed red? Or will it too ask me beforehand?,
Can't answer what questions live underneath my narrow land,
Just take deep breaths and play pretend