Sorrow held my cheeks
Somehow i felt comforted
Until i cried to you son
But you kept on playing
No eyes to see my hurt
I drown my pain beneath a smile
A crooked thing...i see it clearly
But perfect in their eyes
After all! It's me...
So i learn to inhale nails
And spit petals.
I am missing in their presence
And still they converse with me
I am absent in their presence
And still no one misses me.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
Sorrow held my cheeks
Somehow i felt comforted
Until i cried to you son
But you kept on playing
No eyes to see my hurt
I drown my pain beneath a smile
A crooked thing...i see it clearly
But perfect in their eyes
After all! It's me...
So i learn to inhale nails
And spit petals.
I am missing in their presence
And still they converse with me
I am absent in their presence
And still no one misses me.
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