I've never felt more lost. Being honest.. just to lose in the end, is what that cost. Drinking til I feel numb... The perfect cure for the broken lonesome.
I can't seem to silence all that I convey. Still, I find myself writing words I hesitate to say.
Lost in the sea of seclusion filled tears, just to come face to face with some of my fears.
Being myself was never a good move. All my words were only misconstrued.
No matter how many times I've been brave enough to, I end up embarrassingly regretting it like my heartbreak was on cue.
This is why I've always tried to avoid those feelings. It's never given me anything other than an open cut never healed, that just keeps bleeding.
So, I'll admit that I'm lost and a little afraid. Saving all my truth, while hiding behind my masquerade.
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