These feelings…what are they?
A hint of
All bundled up on one
Loved voices tellin’ me
“It’s Okay,” “It’s okay”
Well it’s not o-fuckin’-k
I feel abandoned and used
My curse: over-compassionate
Fake smiles; walked on
This isn’t normal feelings I get
Something clawing my soul
I mustn’t quit; I need to be strong…
for the sake of my loved ones
Why do I feel this way?
I might know why; I asked for it…
It’s not punishment, its not self-inflicted pain
Don’t mind me…I’ll just get in the way.
I am sanctuary for the broken
The foundation is starting to rot
It could fall anytime
Repair is slow
Corruptio optimi pessima
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