I crawl into myself.
No-one notices, half surprised
Each wrapped up in oneself
After-all, aren’t we all disguised?
Ever hiding
Ever redirecting
Everything sliding
Barely suspecting
Embodied detachment
Am I a person anymore?
Tears fall in the catchment
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But what can you do
You have no one
No one able to handle your words
Let alone your feelings
So you crawl inside
Unsure why death seems so appealing
Yet the only thing you are sure of, is how much you want to die
You don’t want to run, to leave everything behind.