I Don't Know

The wind blows; I can feel its path across my face.
My fingernails dig deep; memories demanding to erase.
I take in a deep breath, attempting to awaken my soul.
I know it's gone; my being is not whole.

I can feel the pain in my palm and the blood that's drawn from within.
I can feel the tilt of my lips as they attempt to forge a grin.
But somehow, my emotions are unable to awaken from their slumber.
Instead they lay deep inside, basking in their ferocious hunger.

Pressures' building inside my skull; I'm afraid it'll explode.
Who knows what's waiting on the inside, or down that god-forsaken road?
How can I ever simply know that I am real?
Am I sure that these emotions are mine to feel?

Or is the truth just that simple, so obvioulsy thrown in my face.
Temper lay rumpling; my feet begin to pace.
My pulse quickens with realization, ideas begin to flow.
But it is just that simple... I don't know.

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