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I've lied for so long
I don't know how to tell what's false
From what's true
Right and wrong
The lines are blurred beyond recognition
Now I sit here trapped
Entangled in my own web
Looking around at all the misconception
That surrounds me
And nearly believing
My own deception
It has become my life
I'm fine
I'm happy
Nothing's wrong
My chant, my song
The fabrication I created
Not crying
Just tired
Waiting for the day
When I'm called a liar
So I can stop pretending
Keep smiling
No crying
My heartbreaks are hiding
My eyes will keep lying
Forever
Nothing hurts me
I never cry
All my feelings will stay
Buried inside
Because every time I let them show
I end up getting broken
I don't know how to tell what's false
From what's true
Right and wrong
The lines are blurred beyond recognition
Now I sit here trapped
Entangled in my own web
Looking around at all the misconception
That surrounds me
And nearly believing
My own deception
It has become my life
I'm fine
I'm happy
Nothing's wrong
My chant, my song
The fabrication I created
Not crying
Just tired
Waiting for the day
When I'm called a liar
So I can stop pretending
Keep smiling
No crying
My heartbreaks are hiding
My eyes will keep lying
Forever
Nothing hurts me
I never cry
All my feelings will stay
Buried inside
Because every time I let them show
I end up getting broken
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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The beginning of the our end.
So there we stood, surrounded by a silence that had deafened our souls yet we choose to continue to let it consume us,as we avoided eye contact.I felt my skin burning. My heart pounded as I spoke weakly,freeing us that screaming silence that had frozen us in time.
"I break everything I touch. Did I not tell you so?"
He replied with wrath and dispair," Do not give me your cheap phrases,stop bull-shitting with me."
I looked up at him,his eyes burning in anger that suddenly transformed into sadness, and then he said to me, " I know you, you know me. You don't have to recite all your frustrated poetry, you don't
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This is actually how I feel most of the time. I just tell people that nothing is wrong and expect them to believe me. I don't think they do, but most of the time, nobody cares enough to call me out on my bullsh*t