Crystal lakes of
darkened tears,
do you know
how I hold you dear?
Hardened gaze
across shadowy night,
do you know
my painful delight?
For the blackened memories
are all I know,
and with me that sorrow
grows.
And I nurture it,
because pain has brought
me comfort before, when
for it, I sought.
I cannot deny it, for my mind
asks: What else is there to find?
So, continuesly,
I will defy the advice
of Sigmund Freud and compony
and wrap myself in soulful cries.
I will die a little
on the inside
as I swallow pills
and burden myself each night.
Yes.
This lost soul, I hold dear.
Everyone screams it's wrong,
but I continue to wrap it in fine cashmere.
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