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It doesn't matter how close i keep my friends, or
which ones i hold onto each time i need. As
everyone has given me doubt or misunderstanding.
Now those pasts lay forgotten, forgiven, buried deep
inside of myself.
It doesn't matter how many promises they keep,
each time you stare they can vanish.
A haunting image made true by tormenting emptyness.
An emptyness both caused and defied by your stare, only
this time it hurts.
This time it breaks me and not my defences,
everything swirls, the knife twists again in the old wound.
A gaping hole in my chest where my heart
used to beat.
A heart which now lays on the floor
disfigured and bleeding.
Where i keep it as a painful reminder of what has been.
Of what can be.
And one thing which keeps me up in this rapid of hopeless ache,
the one thing which held me together before when i was falling.
The very same endless defeating mindless underworld struggle,
of something i have clung to, now altered to pull me from where i stand.
Your stare.