Once Upon a Time

I ask myself...
Who will come?
The past and the present answer:
No one.
No one will ever come.
You must smile. Smile and look in good spirits...
This feeling is empty...
My happiness is jaded.
Not right.
Never think about it.
Once you think, it will stop. You will end.
Alone. Never again.
So imagine "Once Upon a Time" until you break,
The pieces falling. Sounds Like a tree.
The one unheard.
I know. I will disappear.
I have always known.
Desperate to hold.
To push away.
That pretend to see me,
That pretend to care
And can watch me burn.
I pretend to be seen and not notice.
No words describe nothing better.

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