RAGE
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Being confirmed of your own stupidity hurts more than being stupid.
Assurance of being let go of hurts more than letting go.
Watching your lips with your words falling on deaf ears, memories of you resurface accompanied with the tears.
Should I not be used to all this?
Love the tears like they love you perhaps then they'll leave you.
Fall in love with the gut wrenching depression and it is assured that it'll fizzle away just like you did.
I saw through it.
Irresistible hurt,
I masked through it.
LOOK AT ME!
Yes baby, look at me. Broken beyond repair, you did this to me.
I hope you remember when, because your "memory fails you not."
I hope you remember why, because your "reasons never lie."
Open your damn eyes and look at me.
Alive in hell despite all the smiles.
Hoping for your time, I pray you'll never smile.
Look at ME.
