Pages filled with pictures

None of which speak a thousand words

They mean nothing at all

Thoughts of depression, dread, hate, torment

All locked behind the double doors

Of their solar-powered smiles

Yes, let's look happy

So when we're dead and rotting

People can say that once upon a time

We seemed to be alive

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That's why I write down what I feel inside

So everyone can see through the lies

That dwell deep inside my

Brilliantly ashen eyes

Upon the day I die

When you finally realize

That I was never really alive

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The stars burn the sky

Midnight black

And bloodless rain falls from

Clouds of smoky flesh

This photo album

A tomb of memories

Encapsulating my broken soul

Burying me alive

Someday

Somehow

Somewhere

Someone

Will find my soul in this wordless crypt,

Hear the screams through the silence,

And finally be alive