Talking To Myself
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Category : Poems
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If you knew what I knew,
You wouldn't be so vein.
Pretending to be a victim,
You know you're just the same.Send me a post card,
You feel so far away.
Trying to remember the scent of your skin,
But it's gone, and I'm to blame.Find me hiding in the shadows,
Counting the voices in my head.
Life surely isn't living,
When you're already dead.Send me rotten roses,
Blacker than my soul.
My sweet garden of death,
To you, this is my ode.Find me behind the broken glass,
Begging for release.
Yet, here I am, alas,
Still torturing my own me.cb
