How do you deal
when you start to feel
insubstantial.
That your being is purely
circumstantial.
That if there was
a you shaped hole,
people would just
see through it,
without noticing that
the you shaped soul
is missing.
I feel like I’m just words
flittering,
no solid state,
just floating
dead empty weight.
How can you conceal
The hurt
that makes your eyes weep.
The emptiness inside
that feels like your skin peeling,
and pulling your organs out,
in a big reveal,
just to show
that they didn't amount to anything.
Sometimes it feels like
I've had my heart torn out
and replaced so many times,
that now the heart
doesn't want to stay.
It is always trying to beat a way
through my chest
and escape into the day.
How do you hide
the weariness you wear,
like a coat of spiked hairs,
all tearing into the skin.
How do you learn to smile,
when for so long
you've worn a fake grin.
How do you let happiness in
when, happy has left you sad
more times
than darkness
could even begin.
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