A/N: This was written a long time ago. I never finished it until now.
The ending is dramatic, I know, but the ending is dramatic because of my how I feel and how I've been feeling for two weeks now.
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I'm scraping tears out of my eyes
like they're not important.
This sadness is trying to drown me in its tears
and emptiness tries to fill me up,
but it's not working.
It's not working.
Cause I still feel numb
like death has touched me.
Maybe in a way death has touched me.
Have I gone too far?
I don't know if I have.
I guess the only way to know
that I've gone too far is when I go too far.
Cause I don't know
if I can go on
like I'm strong
enough to keep this act,
this performance that I'm okay
because I'm not okay.
I'm not alright.
It was all a lie,
lies whenever I said
I'm fine or I'm good.
It's always lies
with me.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
