Creeping,
crawling,
always falling.
Running,
jumping,
never seeing.
Why are you so blind?
It's not as if I'm trying to hide.
Some say,
"Come out!"
but I'm already here.
And so I could be
for a thousand years,
just
sitting,
crying,
bloody tears.
YOU ARE READING
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Creeping,
crawling,
always falling.
Running,
jumping,
never seeing.
Why are you so blind?
It's not as if I'm trying to hide.
Some say,
"Come out!"
but I'm already here.
And so I could be
for a thousand years,
just
sitting,
crying,
bloody tears.