This feeling swells and burns.

I shuffle through my playlist looking for the perfect match. I find nothing but vague lines.

Nothing for my pain.

Nothing for my release.

It’s been years. I don’t open up. I can’t open up. It always ends the same.


Why trust?

Why care?

Love is façade.

A shame.

A mistake.

I’ve carved my soul out for too many. I can’t ever get it back.

Piece me back like humpty. I’ll always crumble back down.

The words on this paper and my bleeding eyes are all I have.

Despair. Despair. Despair.

Blow it all to hell. There is no one.

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