
Deep,
Are these secrets that I keep.
I wage a personal war, my own reign of terror.
It’s to the point that I fear I’m some random error.
At my best I drove them away,
What will happen if I’m on full display?
I don’t think I can handle anymore rejection,
It makes me feel like some sick infection.
In no one’s mind did I ever come first,
Is it because I’m cursed?
Either way, clearly I don’t belong here,
So it won’t matter if I suddenly disappear.
Because lately the other side has been calling,
And now I see that I was always falling.
Some wounds are so great
That even time can’t heal the pain.
Now I’m left wondering if it will ever go away.
Maybe I am too close to the source,
Or maybe it’s because I still have hope?
But how can I heal,
When the solution might be worse?
I don’t know if I can just walk away,
So instead I’ll just swallow the pain
And continue on as if I’m ok.






