That's what I am an empty gesture.
Looking warm and genuine,
Yet hollowed out by pain and misery.
Efforts to make me look saved,
No efforts to be saved.
I walk into a room,
Yet my mind is still on the ledge.
"It's funny how we keep alive,
Those we know are meant to die."
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
That's what I am an empty gesture.
Looking warm and genuine,
Yet hollowed out by pain and misery.
Efforts to make me look saved,
No efforts to be saved.
I walk into a room,
Yet my mind is still on the ledge.
"It's funny how we keep alive,
Those we know are meant to die."
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