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I’m Not Okay

I disassociate
Long hours to avoid the ache
Your unholy wait
Thick iron gate


You painting over the marks I make
With the masks I take
Smiling, saying “everything’s okay”
We perfect the fake

Laughter fills the day
My fang will shake
I’m not ok
Or have words to say

More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, I’m after

More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, not like her

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

The person responsible for the stones and sacrifices.
Blood vials and hungry vices.
Wrong directions cost ultimate prices.
Smiling. Our safest lying devices.
The sanity will drive you insane. Thanks for another lesson daddy Poe.

*laughs insanely*

*dies on fucking street*