Somewhere, somehow between your piercing stares and the ever-surrounding the silence where you refuse to say that it will be okay.
It is easier for you to remain silent than you tell me that you still love me
or that you care.
Do you know what it is like to not even recognize the reflection that stares back in the mirror?
Can you tell me what it feels like to have everything inside you die?
Can you describe a time in your life where you found out that something was a
lie, now imagine What it is like to realize that everything you came to know
what simply a lie.
The days that I feel as I am too weak to even get out of bed
Are far too many.
What does it feel like to have your soul beaten out of you?
Have it ripped away from you by the one you loved?
Have you been so willing to pay whatever the price was to
have things as they were before?
Even if it meant you sold your soul to feel alive for simply one more time.
But that is simply something that will never happen
Broken down, faded and lost left one manipulator to fall
into a web filled will many.
How can some days feel as if I was still in that prison that
was labeled home?
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