What do you call it
When you’ve grown but only weeds?
It’s for all to see
Careful water and spendings on the ‘fixes’
Only help it mask the stitches
My eyes, stealing away from gaze
My mind’s away
What do you call it
When you used to know what you wanted
Now there’s a gosht living in this skin
What do you call it
When the world has spun you out of its orbit?
Your oxygen lent, your days owned
What do you call it
When you’re alive, only through the pretence?
The cave of self betrayal and despair runs too deep
What do you call it when you don’t want to live
But you don’t die?
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