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Inside out



Inside Out.

Why do I feel like this?

I'm not happy,
nor am I sad.
I just exist.
I don't live,
Everything; part
meaningless
lost in this infinite abyss...

I smile,
but the darkness consumes.
Swallowing the ashes
that was once myself,
my soul camouflaging
in the fumes.

The joke is on
no one but death.
All he is feeding on,
is a vast amount of
inner emptiness.

Fattening his bones,
with nothing but air.
For I feel nothing,
absolute nothingness,
not even fear.

My smile.
my tool of deception.
I want no questions,
avoiding interrogations,
Chanting,
'just smile, just smile,
and don't stop',
You can make it through
another shrink's session,
tryna force an
invisible confession,
Ha!

but I'm a master
of suppression.

The ones that I love,
little do they know.
I'm so close to letting go,
of this meaningless cycle.
Denial gone viral,
in this never ending spiral,
descending into the deep
black,
a black that looks blue.

Without a doubt,
I am already suffocating,
Asphyxiated by the drought,
that is the life I'm living.
And it's disheartening,
because I don't think anyone
knows me...
enough to save me
from wondering south.
I will be crumbling,
rotting,
dying,
starting from the inside out.
Written by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
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