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Here I lie, in my grave of misconceptions

Here I lie, trapped in this casket of unconsciousness

Here I lie, actually alive but unwilling to survive

Here I lie, my grievances and my passions put in their place of rest

Here I lie, allowing my story to change and choosing to remain idle

Here I lie, remaining silent, as if I held that sweet embrace of death

Here I lie, pretending and being pretentious so that you'll notice me again

Here I lie, with a crooked smile on my face, and my eyes awake with thin bloody grace

Here I lie, laughing at how pathetic you look crying for me, as if you cared

Here I lie, listening to how you lie about how you felt about me

Here I lie, people say it's unbelievable like lady liberty having a nose bleed

Here I lie, realizing how selfish I was for taking the cowards way out

Here I lie, acting like I'm dead, so that you'll try to understand me again

Here I lie, saying that I'm being strong when in reality, I've only cried

Here I lie, saying that I hate you, and that I wish that we never met

Here I lie, saying that I love you, because it is so much more than that

Here I lie, because I was afraid that you would hate me

Here I lie, saying that you were nothing to me

Here I lie, telling myself that everything will be ok

Here I lie, and I will always lie to you, because that is who I am, a liar, and

Here I will always lie, because that's what happens, when a liar loves their brother, with their now cold, dead, heart.

Here lies a good person, cause of death, a broken heart that lost all its love, and a soul that lost its mate.