I don't feel like I can ask or try or cry.
It's my fault, because I can't find anyone to blame.
The cut still visible, the vaseline couldn't numb the pain.
The exposure of the inner workings of my flesh..
You cut the wound but I tried to fix it.
You numbed the pain and kissed it.
I minimized you to a feeling.
Despite the hours cried, I walk with pride.
But I'm the only one depleted.
I mean it,
The smile on my face deceives it,
but behind my eyes I see it,
like in my dreams
but even there I can't reach it.
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