Unfaithful

The air seems to feel so heavy
As I breathe to the rhythm of my thoughts
My guilt grows
And my heart grows heavier
As the voice gets smaller and softer with time
No never mind; it just makes the torture longer
I could scream but I smile instead
The darkness inside consumes my very soul
Has nothing really changed at all?
Time has passed and I still have not grown
The idea of love still mocks me every day
The irony of it all

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