What is to become of me when all is said and done?
When is the time where my breaking point bends,
&& im not longer strained inside?
Why is there hunger, that cannot be fulfilled?
When beauty is what surrounds me.
Pretend is what i'm sensing now, it's what really guides me.
What is to become of you, when theres nothing left to give?
Trying to keep a hold of it, wanting me to finally live.
Where the souls located, you will finally see;
That my soul was lost long ago, & is no longer with me.
Will you turn on me, & think i'm self preserved?
Or will you try to search the soul that never had a chance to learn?
My eyes are the mirror of what was lost,
I wont let you in.
I don't want to be vulnerable, this i promise never ever, again.
© Diana-Jane
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