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complete me
I lay like I was born, alone and crying,
not knowing anything.
A clueless child needing care and guidance through the streets of life.
Cracked smile
and blood under nails from my lips
that talk non-sense, or so it seems.
Seclusion that comes with people,
but not a single one to see under the surface, where my feet don't meet the bottom.
I feel like I'm unfit to most places,
even the ones that felt right
I feel like a stranger to my mirror, that reflects my own patos.
I cry,
in the bed that I made,
for a reason, for an answer,
for someone to come and pick up the pieces and complete me.
The darkness is fascinating,
but where is my light?
That light that they talk about,
where is mine?
Who is mine?
© mogsart
not knowing anything.
A clueless child needing care and guidance through the streets of life.
Cracked smile
and blood under nails from my lips
that talk non-sense, or so it seems.
Seclusion that comes with people,
but not a single one to see under the surface, where my feet don't meet the bottom.
I feel like I'm unfit to most places,
even the ones that felt right
I feel like a stranger to my mirror, that reflects my own patos.
I cry,
in the bed that I made,
for a reason, for an answer,
for someone to come and pick up the pieces and complete me.
The darkness is fascinating,
but where is my light?
That light that they talk about,
where is mine?
Who is mine?
© mogsart
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