The Truth To Sorrow

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The cages that are my ribs rise and fall

Rising into insecure sorrow filled gasps

The organ that is my heart seems to shatter

Underneath the compressed tension of unsaid words

I examine the answers to which I already know

Sobbing into the hands that I nibble

Weary attempts to make everything seem alright

Falling fragmented breath that reaches for a chance

Underneath the compressed tension of unsaid words

I examine the answers to which I already know

Rising into insecure sorrow filled gasps

Weary attempts to make everything seem alright

Falling fragmented breath that reaches for a chance

The cages that are my ribs rise and I fall

Sobbing into the hands that I nibble

The organ that is my heart seems to shatter

The Edge Of You

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I feel the urge to recoil from society

My heart pumps each day full

Of your blood, your infectious personality

An infection I never asked for

 

They look at me like I am you

I’m seen as someone with no real

Identity to be the person I’ve always felt that I was

I claw at the edges of my bed

 

Each night I awaken in a thick sweat

Shaking from the fear of becoming

The one thing in the world

That I hate the most

You.