Toothpicks

By Torre Truba

I use those toothpicks
To keep my eyes
Pryed wide open
See what I force
Myself away from

Pain, Hurt, Alone, and Stupid

Stupid for believing
for trusting
When it all comes apart
And there is no where to hide
There is no one to make it better
There is nothing left
There is no one to catch me falling

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