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mosesrnr

i didn't ask for this..
i didn't want this kind..
it has affected my state of mind...
rub it in, rub it in..
they fade away but time and time again...
memories hunt the scars of time...
this pain, it consumes me...
and i keep telling myself
everything will be ok...
it never was but i'd still like to believe...
truth is i know you could never be mine,
and truth is i'm a fool..
pretending to be fine when things were undone...
this pain is my haven, keeping you part of mine..
i'll eat my own shit, eat my own grief....
swallow my own pills and drink
my own sadness....
i'll utilize my pain until i'd be numb....

justam

I think perhaps crying is a better cleanser than pretending to be fine.

Stuffing it down and smiling on top has been my own mistake as well...and it just seems to keep the sadness trapped down there.