Friday, November 1, 2019

I Am A Master of Deception

I have this weight
It sits heavy on my chest

I can't see it
But I can feel it

It makes it hard to move
It makes it hard to breath 

It makes me feel as if I am deserving of this
This constant pain in my chest

I can't stop
Even though I want to crawl in bed and hide
Where's my drive?

I am a master of deception
That smile on my face looks so real

I do the shit I have to do and then I fall apart

I wish I could pause the world
Crumble in the blankets for a few weeks
Suffocate in the sheets

Close my eyes and sleep
I am so tired

Let's pretend I'm strong enough 
Maybe we fake it until we make it







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