Blame it all away

if you knew the real me then
youd know im dead inside.
if you knew who i was
then i wouldnt have to
hide
behind a blank and facaded
disguise
i wouldnt be running when i
should be able to find.
you here. looking
down at me
its all i can see
and my body shakes
under the pressure of your
illusions.
i fall down but no one is picking
me back up.
what you hold is a dillusion.
and i am nothing
but a discarded piece of waste
lieing on the pavement
burning up in the hot sun.
and it stinks like rotten
carcass

as these tears fall down my face.
nothing is the same
and im not sure if it was ever
what we thought it was.
you confuse me with your
theories
your idolated comforts.
nothing can change
and you wont let me be who
i am...

break out of the shell of
a dismembered life.
i dont know where we're going
to end up but i know
this isnt the whole plan all along
i cant map out how im going
to feel tomorrow
i hardly know how i really
feel today.
all i know is i have lain around
and wasted away
as the world turns to fast
for my eyes to percieve
every thing and every one
always seems to leave me

behind

i always have to rewind
fall back
and try to hear the clap
of the thunder when it rains
i might just go insane
one day

if i try hard enough ill find
that youre here with me
standing beside
me whispering
that every thing is what i
wanted it to be
in the beginning

There is nothing left within
me that can explain the depths
of the anonymity.
i am nothing
no one
and it has come to ruin everything
you thought was real.

im sorry
but im not your salvation.

Author's Note

another older piece.

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[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

from a depression run through to a hand wiping the slate clean~ others can attempt to paint their perceptions over our canvas but in the end the canvas our own to own completely~ we get splashed~ and driven through with hard strokes~ but no one can remake the borders of our frame~
powerful purging poetic~