my mask is slipping.
you are finding out.
you're mining
beneath the surface.
digging deeper.
finding where it
hurts the most.
understanding my purpose.
getting past my lies.
going through the
last of my truths.
finding out proof
of my life.
just how much i loved
the cut from a knife.
how i feel so much more
real when i am in pain.
more real than you
could ever make me.
