Dead

You may still say the same things
So no one will know its not you
But then your heart is not aflutter

You might have wanted to
collect all your thoughts all in one place
get agitated until it spews out of you like lava

Now you look at it and think,
the world goes on, what can i do?


The last time it happened, it cut your heart
into two pieces and you bled from your eyes
And now you know that's what's going to happen
You think, I will just get out of here
 I will not cry, I will hold it all in
And how do you not cry, how do you hold it in?
The only way is it kill your heart

And it is how you die, step by step

You may still say the same things
So no one will know its not you

You will still paste the same
pasty smile on your face
in fact you will smile all the more
Your patience with nonsense
surprising even yourself

And they will not notice
that your eyes do not smile

And so you become
the exact thing you alays despised
and thought would save yourself from
jaded