This whole life thing has gone to your head.

It never really mattered.
We could keep up the lie for ever and a day without a mistake and no one would ever know how hard we worked.
And they don't care.
I fill the space that's inbetween insane and insecure.
There's something about this hurt that makes me want to stay.
No amount of blood spilled can make you understand
that what I don't say is what makes the most noise.
It rattles and shakes inside me and breaks things and me.
It will rip apart my heart and lungs and chest.
Just to get to you.
I've held it captive and won't let it out.
Light and food starved for unborn centuries.
So later you can hold onto an unheld piece me.
You crack the jokes but "don't mean" them.
You spit rehearsed lines and hateful words.
I want to hug you goodbye someday.
I don't want to scream at you while you walk away.
Everyone walks away.
And I don't understand quite why.
But everyone walks away...