Why is it that whenever I'm asked if I am okay
My eyes choose to betray me
Watering on instinct
It's as if they know that the words that will soon be released from my tongue
Will all be lies
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I swear, every time someone asks me if I am okay, I just get the urge to cry. Sometimes I really am okay, but my eyes water anyways.
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PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
