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I'm sitting here racking my brain
wondering why I find myself
surrounded by death.
I don't seem capable of understanding
why so many people I know
or am related to are passing me by
in their journey into God's embrace.
I'm hearing storm warnings
that don't bother or faze me
when I know they will pass
unlike the ability for the dead
to return to a sobbing, mourning me.
I'm feeling empty inside
everything that truly matters
the most because how can I
move past all this pain mounting
inside of cosmetic face smiling
at anyone daring to look at
my camouflaged surface being.
I'm touching the tips of a razor blade
when I dare to feel anything because
I stand alone in the jeopardy of
not knowing why I'm here while
everyone else is gone.
I'm looking out blinded eyes
when I don't know how to see
anything beautiful in a world
showing me death like roses.
I'm erupting in tormented solitude
at night because it's my time
not to have to pretend the world's
not burning below my white feet
walking forward when I secretly
yearn to run away from this place
causing me nothing, but turmoil.
I sit here tasting salty tears
rolling down my soggy cheeks
no longer hidden by my deceit
of wearing an optimistic attitude
because I can't bare losing anyone
else to this vicious cycle of life
to death.