Affection? A fiction
Reoccurring fabrication of the truth

Absolution, a vindication
****** tendencies within the youth

A realization, it's an obsession
The burden of acknowledgement is the proof

I'm late;
or maybe it's just fear, of those nine
nine tears
nine lives, nine words
nine worlds, which divide us

Just because you are empty does not mean you cannot feel,

just because you cry does not mean that you are broken,

just because you are broken does not mean you cannot be fixed,

just because you were fixed does not mean you are now empty.

Hidden in lies, alone within truths themselves
Writing something, on pieces of old paper
In the name of the new wounds, which I inflict

I beg you,
*fix me