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Lack of emotion
Like life and nothing more
Walking up and down
Having no feeling, no ambition
Music in the background, no meaning

They say I'm living but no being understands

Wake up, no hope
The dark a hopeless glimmer

I
Walk
Endlessly
Directly
To
My
Death
Roses symbolise her appearance,
but deep beneath her façade lies a poisonous pest.

Society.
This whole poem is basically an extended metaphor. Just as the pests of the rose feed on it's roots so too does society compromise the woman by poisoning her soul.
Always involved,
but never accepted
Always polite,
but never acknowledged
Always being real,
but everyone's fake
Always trying to be pure,
but no one cares​
Constantly going with the flow,
but the flow never with me.
#acceptance #struggle #careless #fake
i fell
for you
sacrificed my life
for you
ignore me is all
you do

falling out of love is what?
starting to hate
all of you.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
Does she really love me?
She loves me not.
Is this meant to be?
She loves me not.
Is this what we could be?
She loves me not.
Time isn't for free,
Wasted all my time just to be
Nothing to me.
Be like fire
Be like ice
Have equal desires
Think twice

In one
You would burn
In the other
It would burn

If you're fire
Be oxygen too
If you're ice
Try to be nice
Cold isn't always nice
she felt different
different to me
i saw something more
she saw nothing
at all
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