You haven’t seen the scars of the tears.
Lightly etched on my skin
Hidden under heavy layers
Covered by colored masks
You don’t see the breakdowns in front of the mirror.
Every inch is inspected
Every inch is rejected
Every time I see the reflection
So how can you know everything is fine
You never bother to ask
I no longer care to share
We sit at distant ends of reality
Because
In real life I’m shattered inside.
Every second I break a little more
Day by day I break away
Soon I fear
Nothing will be left
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
You haven’t seen the scars of the tears.
Lightly etched on my skin
Hidden under heavy layers
Covered by colored masks
You don’t see the breakdowns in front of the mirror.
Every inch is inspected
Every inch is rejected
Every time I see the reflection
So how can you know everything is fine
You never bother to ask
I no longer care to share
We sit at distant ends of reality
Because
In real life I’m shattered inside.
Every second I break a little more
Day by day I break away
Soon I fear
Nothing will be left
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