I sit
in this hollow pit,
Their eyes I would not meet.
They'd ask me,
'What's wrong with you? '
I'd look away. Guilt?
No. nothing wrong.
They'd say to me,
'What do you want to say? '
I'd look away. Tears.
No. nothing to say.
I sit and I cry,
Why?
cause- 'I don't know what's wrong with me'
'I don't know how to say what I want to'
I find refuge in what I fear.
Thinking, Hoping, Believing,
the truth is near.
No. nothing is clear.
I cry. -Numb-

PSyChoPaTh emo.91

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