Murder of Self

The walls grow
Between us
And I just sit and cry
And ask why?
Why do we constantly
Reach the lowest common denominator
How do we not see?
The sheer fragility
The depths of our soul
The realizations
That would make us whole?
That seems to be us
Always seeking
The next thing to hate
That is our eternal state
No wonder we were cast out
It was a total rout
We fell and are still falling
And I am in mourning
Seeing the bigger picture
As opposed to the blister
That I have the urge to scratch
There can be no redemption
Until we finally see
That you, you are me
And I am you

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