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The truth it sticks to your teeth.
Like the cigarette that hangs from your lip.
The smoke poisons your breath.
Careful, don’t let them see your mask slip.
Sometimes I wonder what you were like
Before they ate at your insides
Sometimes I wonder what you were like
Before shards of glass cut you apart
Is it true a lie becomes reality
When you deny the fact of your mortality?
Is it true that you can live forever
Always together, if you never open the breakup letter?
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like
Inside the walls of your mind
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like
To use a mirror just to watch yourself die.
Like the cigarette that hangs from your lip.
The smoke poisons your breath.
Careful, don’t let them see your mask slip.
Sometimes I wonder what you were like
Before they ate at your insides
Sometimes I wonder what you were like
Before shards of glass cut you apart
Is it true a lie becomes reality
When you deny the fact of your mortality?
Is it true that you can live forever
Always together, if you never open the breakup letter?
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like
Inside the walls of your mind
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like
To use a mirror just to watch yourself die.
Found an old poem, so I finished it today.
It's based on a guy I knew awhile ago, who I think is very delusional about how "important" and untouchable he is. He's just like everyone else but thinks he's above everyone else. He treated me like a"Fan" instead of a friend.
It's based on a guy I knew awhile ago, who I think is very delusional about how "important" and untouchable he is. He's just like everyone else but thinks he's above everyone else. He treated me like a"Fan" instead of a friend.
© 2014 - 2024 Rachel-Bea
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I really like this! It reminds me a bit of one of my story characters. 