Sometimes you need not
be honest.
Sometimes break my heart
Feed me the lie.
Make me sad
Ive got no where to go.
Youre my home.
I'll be happy with the broken promises
I'll be satisfied with my momentary happiness
I'll try
To be happy
I'll try to make you happy.
Sometimes you can just make me a bit happy
Show a little effort
Look into the eyes.
The dull eyes searching
For food for the soul
Look into
Look
Look into
Look into the mind
Mind that's not Plath
Nor old Hemmingway
It's me calling you out
Failing to live
Its me
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