I'm not really happy with this one, but it is what it is.
-ZIf even the eyes,
In which I could find all emotion,
Have found their disguise,
And stopped feeding my teary ocean,
What do I have left?If all of me is acting,
With not one part calling for help,
And there's no longer hope of escaping,
This torturous hell,
What do I have left?If my eyes can't tell me,
What's going on inside,
Beyond this surface fantasy,
That allows it all to hide,
What do I have left?What's left of the real girl,
Who is broken and scared?
If she can no longer be seen,
Behind this facade,
What's left of me?
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Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.