The inflation of the pores was excelling throughout her face as she cried
The uncomfortable similar feeling that goes deep down in your chest and tears it like the paper it is
You only want it because you know you can be selfish with it
You only want it because you know your ugly hands can tint it, like the filter that so many people use when they make a fake smile.
You made me sick and eventually, that sickness becomes chronic pain.
I don't want you and you don't want me either, but one of us has to get out of it.
Two rats stuck in a rat trap, one stays and the other leaves
It hurts but that's how we survive when there's a certain death that comes into play.
Leaving your head out like a fool, waiting for your next innocent victim.
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PoetryPerturbed. Anxiety awaits those who can't distinguish between actions or emotions, therefore never implying what she thought was important. Animosity. Apart from her balancing on the tight rope, resentment tipped her over and down she goes. Deep int...
