Tired

Melancholy realizations
Awaken beneath blankets
Of pain, heartbreak, remorse
And what is left
Is the tale end of a reality
That gave you comfort
Never… Never existed
This whole time
Laughter of echoes
Haunt you
Mock you
You are alone
You were Always
Alone
There was Nothing
No saving grace

Only lies upon lies
That you
Yourself created
That you were making
A difference
That
People ….
Cared

Six feet under
With machete blade lungs
Breathe
Breathe in the reality
That it was Never there
Only in your fragile heart
And thoughts
Wasted
And
Ultimately ignored
By Ego, self providence
Neglect

You are
And Never were
Never will be
Among the others
In their personal
SPOTLIGHTS
beaming
Wretched silohettes

Which from this broken
Sickened
State of mind
Is it really Not
Safer here
Among
The thieves
And
Villians
That do Not
Hide their
Face
And
Names

(Matthew Bowers) ~93
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