be you.feelings
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home is built
upon wood
and cracked
hearts with
doors slamming
like gunshots
and the dining room
tables has been split
home is a funeral
in my chest
My brain fights my heart
I beg for it to stop.
As it clogs my veins,
I begin to rot.
I embrace the bait
and I just want to shout
“Fuck you fate!”
My eyes hush the tears,
A smile on the face is my disguise...
the truth is hidden behind my eyes...
never was i good at emotional epression...
never did i want anybody to ask questions...
