I see things differently,
Maybe in a morbid way,
I see crowds and flee,
Keep the jealousy at bay.
Far away from you is fine,
I'll just rot in the dark,
Finding no comfort in every line,
Find the realities of life stark.
Flowers don't blossom anymore,
The sun seems to be painted gray,
Refuse to open the door,
Live in the shadow of the day.
The past is nothing but regret,
Denying the marks of love,
Crawling through the dread,
I won't resign to living above.
I'll stay belligerent,
Make this feelings apathetic,
Pretend to be pertinent,
When deep inside I'm defunct.
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