Undealed
is not just your lungs turning black
your stomach is too and both will not turn back
with so much feelings undealed
barely chewed or over brooded
there is a train of thought
invading my head through
I am starting to trust
this does not matter to you as much as it matter to me
no, not this again
I have been seeking estability
for so long that I almost
killed my hope by starvation
and maybe now I am seeking in the wrong house
for your wholeness is all about
inconstancy and instability, baby
believing deep inside there will be a huge transformation soon
when it seems that the soil is undamped and infertile
damn, not this again
I can not take it no more
I got too near,
gave all I could, all I had
to ended up with me
facing the bones
of it on my own
again
sometimes
I feel I am not enough
but a burden bringing disguised
so many feelings as baggages
if you say you care so much
why do not you show it all the time?
I wish I could dissect your mind
to try to understand (you)
in this heart shaped box
inside your black hole as chest
you survive, you are solitaire
and the same old cycle carries on...
undealed
denied
overflowed
damn, not this again
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