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I am stone  
impenetrable and rigid in my moorings  
duty bound to be -  
the foundation for feet and  
dreams that stack each brick atop me in  
false hopes that I will withstand time  

the weakness inside me mining out my ores  
each one chiseled and dug out until  
the vein is bled dry  
a cavern made by the relentless drip of everything i am not  
filing the space between my skin with nothing and  
praying that my seams will hold me together  

I am fine
Kezexxe Apr 10
Faking a smile,
Is so much easier,
Then explaining,
Why your sad...
Izan Almira Apr 3
You lie and lie and lie over and over again.
Every lie, a post-it on your face, covering your body.

After so many lies
I can no longer recognize what is found behind.

They are your barricade,
but we all know that they are papercut.

And no matter how thick you make them out to be,
paper will never be wood again.
Should I add the spanish versions in here?
I thought I could bear it,
with un-penetrated walls and flying my flag.
That the thought of your smile could hold my strength,
and fortify my castle.

Those downcast eyes and upturned mouth,
couldn't that give me just a little comfort,
a little more strength?

But those were wishful thoughts
of too good intentions.
Now here I lay toppled,
buried beneath my own stone walls.

Can you not see these,
not feel these bleeding sunset wounds?
Exposed and seething behind the brave face,
that urge every fiber within me to react;
to cross the line drawn in the sand between us.
Cast off my restraints
and pour myself out to you.

Would that soothe the aching that consumes me
and return you from that stranger's lips?
Or have time and words stretched thin,
hanging our bridges on feeble threads
waiting to cut ties beneath my steps?
Dario Tinajero Aug 2024
Faking
A smile
Inside, rotting feeling
Trapped,
Inside a mirage
Shut off
From emotion
My brain,
Used to laughing
Used to happiness
Forces a grin
Masquerading,
The truth inside
I’m still me,
In a darker tint
Yara Nov 2020
Depression is cruel
One day you are okay
The next you are doomed

You built so much wreckage
How does that even work?
I dont know , but you are a pile of destruction
Looks so put together, more like groomed

It has been weeks for you
Months for someone else
Years for the most

You sleep so late
Wake up so tired
Its like a loop

You think its over
Its been a while now
I should feel okay !
But in reality , No ..
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