These are no longer just words
What I write,
What I say,
It has meaning
You can ask,
But I shall not answer
This cold world of mine
Is only mine
Selfish?
If keeping you from the darkness is selfish,
Then yes,
I am selfish
But then again,
The very worst part of you is me.
I'm lying when I say it means nothing
LYING.
And there's also a small truth in my lies,
Even so, nothing means everything.
Look beyond the lines for once,
And this I'll be honest about;
I don't pick myself up when I fall down.

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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