No Me
With the living it's casual,Sometimes i provide my facade quite well,
If they read these writings,
They'd see this is the true deep,
The way it cut me much, much, further,
Walls melt to the ground,
All blurs and tilts together,
Colors drip from life,
Pooling at my feet,
Drowning my unprotected heart,
Still my facade is up,
Amazingly, i can muster a smile,
For awhile...
Save for when i am alone,
There is no me.
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