Slide from Tombolo by Godwit

You woke at five in a flood of tears
The night confirming all your deepest fears
And you wonder 'What’s the point in all we do?'
And you languish in your ill-earned disrepute
You force a smile but you’re feeling fake
You flex your principles until they break
And you wonder if you’ve crossed a line
If it isn’t up to you this time

You shrug and say you’re fine
I let it slide this time ‘cause
I tend to go too far
And you try to hide the scars
This world can be so cruel
To tender souls like you when
Your limbs won’t carry you
And I’m trying but I am weak

I look at you like 'do I really wanna know?'
You reply, self-flagellating, 'I don’t really think so'
And while it doesn’t seem right
Well I just don’t wanna pry

You laugh a little
But your voice is brittle
And I don’t know what is left to do
But I know how to make you smile
If only for a while
And that’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?

(O My homunculus
I am ill
It seems that I’ve tried everything
But I’m breathing still)

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