42
it's funny how it happens
it's like it just began
one step
five
I've moved on-
I've fallen below
You're only as strong as you think
as you become
even when you're lungs exasperated
stomach rolling
a pain you have no choice
but to swallow
regurgitate it up
here we go again
the merry-go-round
deep inside the forest
where the outsiders creep
that's where I lurk,
above the trees
far from where you'll ever think of me
42 and counting
seems easy,
done it all before
And you don't see why I can't take twice the broken heart
twice the excuses
twice right from the start
yet I'm the only one who loses...
trying to keep-
dignity separate
agony is venturing near-
a black hole inside my mind-
and my heart-
well it's black
black as the blackest hole
and radiation shoots out-
feet first
why does it still sting at 42 and counting?
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