And there is no
Lead
Left.
You are forced to stop drawing
Your invisible amazing life.
When you are talking.
And there are no
Words
Left.
And you feel it slipping away
The last ash of the burning truth
Frozen in my cold, cold heart.
I did used to love once.
Before it all became too much.
Before I realised it wasn't for me.
I take joy in sadness.
Maybe then I'll be happier.
I can't help the way I am.
But maybe it was all down to you.
You took my happy, caring heart.
And returned it blackened with darkness.
Bitterness is what I am.
But at least I am something.
Who are you?
What
Are you?
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