I really hope that there's more to life
than feeling less alive everyday.
Soon enough all I'll know is silence,
I've been running out of things to say.
Or maybe it's just that my words
are starting to taste like vomit when I speak
and no matter how hard I try,
everything around me still looks bleak.
you're there, but it isn't you.
Every word, every action,
I don't care if the sun of never rises again.
I would rather be blind than keep breaking my neck
every time I turn my head,
Looking, searching to see your face again.
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