The Black & White Poet

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I Am Why

Is this what it's like to get old
to still feel your flesh ripping off your body
and your soul squeezing your heart
to drown like a partial suffocation
while watching your face change in the mirror
too feel young inside
but old on the out
to give the obligatory sacrifices
while you still feel your flesh ripping off your body
to chase an invisible drug
you know you can't have
but the ecstasy is so high
it's brought me to highs i've never felt
but my obligations have pushed me to brinks
to brinks i've never seen or been to
i know i'm chasing an empty drug
an invisible ecstasy
i know your flesh is ripping off your body
but I don't know if your soul is squeezing your heart
i'm wasting my dreams on air
to chase a generic high
how can i reel my skin back onto my body
until i know if your soul is squeezing your heart
like me
i don't even know if you have a heart
or a soul
i just know i feel my flesh
ripping away from my heart and body


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