Fly with Me


The me you'll never meet
The one who sees happiness as a deadly disease
Who wanders the night
On quiet feet
Who avoids light
Because she doesn't like being seen
Who never knew how to smile
The curve of the lips
Pointing up so unnatural
And laughter that fell from her lips like a
Dead breath
Never original
She was living off borrowed oxygen
The flame inside her heart never her own
The body through which
She experienced the world
Starting to decompose
An internal compass
Always pointed in the wrong direction
Forever broken
My parents would ask me
Where they went wrong
The faults of others
Surrounded me like a toxic fog
And if I dare breathe
I'd surely die
But what's the point
I'm already dead in this life
Just floating through the world
On a life raft of lies

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