I come out of the darkness, a little happier than I went in.
I feel better after putting me back together again.
I pretend...that’s what I do... I make it less real... make it untrue.
I use lies... to tell the truth... I find lies easier to believe then the simple truth.
I must stop writing...
These ideas that take me somewhere I cannot see,
The words that leave me lost, only to have nobody to look for me.
The idea of...the end.
Because the answers are ever eluding... the deeper I go the further I fall.
I’m not afraid.... not completely... I know my eyes are not closed for sleeping... but for wishing.
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