What do you see?
Hey! You, did I stutter?
Tell me, what do you see?
There is more to me than what your eyes can see.
Though I stand before you elegantly poised, I know I look human
But what I am really, is bruised
I know you think you want to know who or what I am
But once I let you into this bubble there is no escaping
And the closest experience you’ll have to life is suffocating
But if I don’t tell you, I lose again
[Sigh]… I’m tired!
I’ve lied to myself so many times that my very existence seems to be the greatest lie ever constructed
And I know this sounds unbelievable
But you better believe that it is unbelievable when one finds solace in self-destruction, because it’s an easier truth to accept than death.
But though I have life, I have not lived.
And escape is no longer a word in my vocabulary because my quest for living has long ended.
Now, I just want to surviveDive Deeper into this entry