Everytime you ask me how's it going
I get sick in the stomach
And regret watching these trust issues eat me alive.
"I'm fine" then I smile
You walk away as expected
My thoughts are insane and my happiness is feigned.
My mind says let's play pretence
But you don't really care,
You're already gone.
While I'm locked in this vault of pain
Let me out
These walls talking back are not mundane
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PoetryPoems from the soul are meant to be true. Every word adorned by porcelain trophies in fragile glass. But I have no soul and these words are like daggers in this heart of mine. Copyright 2017 All rights reserved
