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Lost again
In the abyss of nescience,
Listen-less and silence and
I speak to emptiness
The same way I cause it.
I'm not a good friend, I'm not a good person,
I only care about myself and sensibility,
Reasonable to the end that I can't even support a friend
Because my painful honesty cuts off my kindness.
I'm a mess.
But not as far gone as they are, the ones I pair myself with,
The ones I have no idea how to comfort, no inkling of what to do,
I don't know what's expected of me, and even when I do know
I mess up my comfort by telling the truth.
I've got a personal point of view that I just can't properly twist
To fit the need and situation.
I don't know.
I don't know how I'm supposed to do this.
I wish I had the right answers to everything, I wish I always knew the right words to say,
I wish I didn't always let truth get in the way.
But maybe I find truth to be more fascinating, more brutal
In a way that shocks people out of their inner peace or war
Far more than a lie could.
But more often than not, I say nothing
Because I can't suppress my honesty, but I know it's not the time to share it,
And I can't lie, I've tried,
So I stay silent
As if that would hide the foulness inside
The clarity of my eyes.
I'm not nice,
I'm as harmless as black ice.
In the abyss of nescience,
Listen-less and silence and
I speak to emptiness
The same way I cause it.
I'm not a good friend, I'm not a good person,
I only care about myself and sensibility,
Reasonable to the end that I can't even support a friend
Because my painful honesty cuts off my kindness.
I'm a mess.
But not as far gone as they are, the ones I pair myself with,
The ones I have no idea how to comfort, no inkling of what to do,
I don't know what's expected of me, and even when I do know
I mess up my comfort by telling the truth.
I've got a personal point of view that I just can't properly twist
To fit the need and situation.
I don't know.
I don't know how I'm supposed to do this.
I wish I had the right answers to everything, I wish I always knew the right words to say,
I wish I didn't always let truth get in the way.
But maybe I find truth to be more fascinating, more brutal
In a way that shocks people out of their inner peace or war
Far more than a lie could.
But more often than not, I say nothing
Because I can't suppress my honesty, but I know it's not the time to share it,
And I can't lie, I've tried,
So I stay silent
As if that would hide the foulness inside
The clarity of my eyes.
I'm not nice,
I'm as harmless as black ice.
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haven't posted anything in a while so here ya go
this could do with some rewording probably but eh I'll do that eventuallyor never lol
this could do with some rewording probably but eh I'll do that eventually
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