What I'm feeling
Is all a lie
It's too terrifying
To really acknowledge
It will burn me up
Inside, then outChew me up,
Spit me out
Churn my heart
Into paste
Nothing can stop this
Nothing can save meI've gotten myself
Far too deep
To crawl back out
And be happy again
But that's what we all want
To be happyPathetic, us beings
Living only to die
Loving only to be let down
Putting every fiber of our being
Into big projects
That may not even last foreverNow I've gone and done it
Done what I never thought possible
No, not possible for me indeed
I tried to label it
Keep it tied down
So as not to hurt anyoneI failed at my job
Holding my feelings hostage
Caged in my own mind
Trapped and tormented
Ransom for it being
A certain someoneI will never get that ransom
No matter how much I may plead
I don't deserve it anyways
I'm not good enough
I never have been
And never will be.

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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