There is a different version of me that leaks out,
dripping ink on these pages,
hollow and raw,
saying all my thoughts.
A flow of words that may have never left my head,
if it weren't for the pages that you have read.
The contrast of dark streaks of ink on the white paper,
an art that I have learned to love,
a coping mechanism,
I can't do enough.
We need more joy in this world,
we need less of this depressing sense of life,
when everything around us is so beautiful.
But we only look through a gray lens to see it,
I'm looking in the mirror,
I don't match the picture on the screen,
should I be sad or pleased?
One click at a time,
one more scroll,
oops I fell down the rabbit hole.
The distance you put between us is beyond seen,
can't believe the length I've went just to get you to want me.
Now all you do is haunt my dreams,
making my thoughts slowly bleed,
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