the fourth wall

and it doesn't matter
how hard you throw your fist
or where you decide to throw it.

break this tired flesh
hurt it- discard the rest.

and it doesn't matter
if your stomach's upset
from food or the lack of it.

because you're still upset
you won't eat- and i won't forget.

and it doesn't matter
how heavy this burden is
when i can't feel any of it.

it's a weightless weight
so dense- i can't interpret it.

and i can't believe
that there's hope in anything-
so let's stop pretending.

i broke character for you
when my friends wondered 'what's new with you'
and for once i decided to speak the truth;
a monolith spawned from your broken tooth.
and i couldn't stop screaming 'what's wrong with you'
in the mirror that i stared forever in to.
and i screamed so loud but i couldn't out do
that sentence that she said to you-
'you're so subdued.'
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break this tired flesh.
hurt it- discard the rest.
because you're still upset;
you won't eat- and i won't forget.
it's a weightless weight-
so dense- i'll never be able to carry it.