dane_valek

I Feel...

...so dirty.
...so unwhole.
...like I've forgotten who I am.
...I've covered myself up so well with who I wanted to be that I don't recognise the truth.
...the weight of a thousand "I'm Sorry"s on my shoulders.
...the things within my head trying to escape, clawing their way to the surface.
...I'm getting closer to what's real.
...you're eyes on me everytime I close my own.
...I just can't connect.
...the wires are all crossed and the mesage is getting lost.
...my own smiles are echoes of ones I felt.
...I can't control what I should.
...I'm a stand-in with no lines.