You cannot see from the outside, how many times I've tried to commit suicide. You'd be surprised at how well I can mask my feelings, how easy it is not to cry. You can't see the scar down my forearm through my jacket, nor the note I keep on my desk.

I am not unique.

And that is why I always smile and say nice things to other people. Because of the things I can't see.

I've disappeared into myself
And reality seems
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distant

Don't let distraction masquerade as enjoyment.
Something lies under the surface.

Restlesness,
Sink your fangs into me
My flesh will not protest

Your venom, my impetus
That glorious burning sting
Fill my veins and be my guide

Running to or running from
You make no distinction

Venom, in my veins coercing
And burning at the open wound
That ******* desire

That unceasing need to run

Be like sand
Breaking and shifting under the tide
Stagnation is a sin to me
I am movement
I am flux

The condition of existence
To run like a light
From its shadows