Monday, July 9, 2012

They

Walk the way they do,
Smile at all of them.
I'm not breathing yet,
But we'll just pretend.
Tear away the skin,
Close your eyes to me.
I'm the same as you,
But you refuse to see.
Rip open the wound,
Carved in selfish need.
It will heal in time,
But not before it bleeds.
Soak it all up now,
Before there's nothing there.
I'll pretend I'm hurt.
You pretend to care.

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