Swollen life

July 12, 2015

I cant find a way to live this swollen life,

Just block out the sound.

I never thought I would feel the lonliness again,

well look at me now.

Theres nothing you can offer me,

and its probably better that way.

What I would want you can never give me,

You cant block this pain away.

Really I dont know what I want anymore,

so how can I ask?

"Nothing", is too much to take from you.

Keep leading your flawed life,

see it as perfect.

I didn't,

and look at me now, a critict.

Stay safe,

far away from me.

Call us friends,

but you dont want to follow me into the deep, and I dont want you to see.

The person that lies within there,

the me I will never share.

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