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I like to think Iím still awaiting the better fase.
My mindís so clouded.
My brainís completely shrouded.  
Seems like I brought a hedge trimmer to a concrete maze.  
I like crossing the road without looking both ways.
Might as well close my eyes.  
Havenít seen the sun for days.
I like to pretend I still care about the people  
around me to witness their false hope.
Itís like being in a play with cheap actors  
barely standing on wobbly chairs while I tighten the ropes.
Forced politeness is the greatest insult youíll ever receive.
Iíd rather retreat in silence and be sincere without
expressing my hate or attempts to deceive.
Spare me your ďkindnessĒ.
Lie to my face.
Lend me your numbness.
Pain without trace.
Show me your darkness.
Enlighten my soul.
Share me your sickness.
Iíll pay the toll.
You know what keeps me awake?
You canít use rope to catch a snake.
Written by Drieks
Published | Edited 11th Nov 2021
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