Pretending

I'm tired of pretending

That I don't crave love

That I can just wait patiently

For what may never come

When I have a gaping hole in my chest

That sings a wounded song

Bloody and forsaken heart

Looking for a home

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I don’t want to let it out anymore I don’t want to put it into words I want to bundle it up inside of me Because it’s all I have left