Sorrow is such a fickle thing
Death is calling for the company
What I feel words make it
innocent
You are confused, you feel like you've forgotten something
But if you could read what it feels like
just once
it would feel like a void
where love is crushed but it throbs inside
in a mangled way that would last for eons
You can't breathe
And if you did it'd feel like a tease
cause the weight is taken off enough
to let you live
crying just adds to the flame
like gasoline
time is your ally
even if he's slow
it'll cause a headache
you are asked if your ok
and you say "I used to be"
jibberish
you'll get to the point where you'll say
"im used to it" or "meh ill heal"
Then people will think you are dead inside
But the truth is you live with pain
so what could hurt you?
everything
©majesty1
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