My eyelashes paint dew drops underneath the looking glass ,
sometimes glistening waterfalls
from all the frustration my mind can muster from facing the idea of being lonely .
My skin bears barren lands ,
caked with raw salt within the cracks underneath
yet no one notices
and I don't let them
not another person hurt because of me
at least my being exists
they paint
they write stories
they don't stop , watch and stare
and not paint velvet stories of tragedies of not trying to stay alive
I can call my sufferings a triumph then
put then on my stone of doings
so I can at least not go through the same prospect
when I have departed
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Random Thoughts In My Random Head
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