Put the pen to the paper
Watch it soak up the ink
Look right through at the
Black blood of the artist
Purple and blue
Bruises of the heart
Maybe if we’re lucky
They won’t turn green
Maybe if we’re lucky
These words will never be seen
Why are you so close to me
This isn’t something you want to read
Don’t hover over my shoulder
Unless you think you would like
To know what it’s like
To die on the inside
If nobody hears the sounds I make
Am I even here at all?
Like paint splattered
On a wall that’s too clean
There’s something about
That eery silence
The echo of my movements
Like a blanket of silence
That’s too thick to cut through
I’m often asked what it’s like
To just not exist
It’s like being in a room full of people
And they should all know
Who you are but
They can’t remember because
Their brains are clogged
With the lint of their emotions
Linking together the chain
So slowly it’s almost painful
Watching as the days disappear
And bring you closer to it
When you ask to what
I’ll only smile
It’s a secret I will tell you
And so a secret it shall be
A wonderful glorious secret
As the years pass
The secret is forgotten
People who aren’t really people
Just empty shells
Their souls are dead
While their bodies are living
They walk the streets
Endlessly searching for happiness
All they find is dim grey loneliness
But it’s alright because
They have everything
They never knew they needed
They try to make these
Things they own
Fill the space in their soul
But all they’re doing is
Trying to make a square into a circle
Trying to fit the pieces in their
Heart shaped boxes with no locks
So grease yourself with Vaseline
You sly dog
Make a slippery get away
And they won’t know what to say
If you’re slick enough
You might make it
Run run run and
Don’t ever come back
They’ll catch you in their trap again
They’ll put constrictions on your mind
Bind your hands and feet
Eat the key so you’ll never escape
Just shut your little mouth child
Just don’t say a word
Keep it to yourself
In your own little world
Don’t blame yourself
It’s not your fault
They’ll catch flame
Just watch just wait
It’ll come, that day
Scratches on your face
Are there to remind you
Where you’re headed
They’ll point you in the right direction
Sit back relax and
Watch them fall apart
And yet still no one admires your art
Appreciation of the rare odd beauty
Leave me here
Don’t take this moment from me
When your worries leave you
They only come back
To hit you twice as hard as before
It’s not so bad
As long as life is not a bore
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