there might be hope but I can't find it.
it's there cuz I feel it hiddin in the slits.
pullin the wounds shut as the pain fades.
Scared of trusts promise dyin with blame.
it's usin the heart as a shield to fend me off.
I can't forget cuz its so clear hope is soft.
to tender even to a gentle stroke to touch.
ripples of shakes to afraid to actually luv.
the motion beneath the surface is irrefutable.
refusin to pay attention to emotions unreliable.
it's dark in the crease overlappin the seam.
seems it rather go unnoticed n sleep off a dream.
damn thing is killin me n I can't feel a fuckin thing.
jus the drought of normal collapsin every time I blink.
there's no way of tellin if imma ever live whole.
the dead silence doesn't feel as if it's at home.
cuz the cut overflowed n the best piece of me fell out.
there's nothin in here ya that resembles sound.
worst part is the lonesome caused is all my fault.
I paused the flaw that muted the pulse that came to a halt.
the struggle to find any kinda pleasure is nil.
the grip jus don't wanna release what doesn't wanna be filled.
the squeeze is crushin even the cringe frightened.
all hope must be lost in the crevices.
I'm nothin but a ball of nervousness.
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