these words are meant to hit dead centre
these words are meant to show how ugly you are
when the sun sets into the death of your eyes
and you no longer shine
no longer have that mask everyone has grown to love
including yourself.
these words are meant to be answers
but these words don’t fucking exist
these words do not wash the tip of tongues
these words are what asphyxiate and suffocate a soul that continuously
tries to live.
these words rip your hair out.
these words pull at your ribs
causing you anxiety and nervous deterioration
these words hit you right where your honesty
brews, where your honesty
lies.
these words smell like soiled papers
these words smell like pain.
these words are mirrors
these words are mirrors
these words are mirrors
these words hit you dead centre
these words call you out
because you are a coward behind
these smiling eyes
this hearty laugh
this hand you reach out to so many who
ask for it.
these words are your own
they will keep coming
they will keep coming
they will keep coming.
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