To feel


Deceit on my lips,
They believe so easily.
I'm fine, good, alright.
Beneath the curtain of my lies,
I'm screaming, so loud.
My truth withers away.
I'm numb.
Maybe I like it,
But my tears say otherwise.
A constant desire
To feel
If not love,
Pain,
For they are identical,
A mirror image.
Distorted,
The thoughts in my head,
Of a place,
Empty,
But so full,
Of all the wrong things.
I'm not afraid,
For the water in my lungs,
Is comforting.

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