Division

So far apart
Only this faded white line divides
And carries the distance

You touch my skin and think I feel
But what's broken
Can never be the same

You try to piece me together
Every attempt
Just another failure
I can never do right
So often and the pieces just don't fit
Not anymore

Integrity was what killed me
Now your lies and half truths keep me here
It's all I can do to keep from living
Watching as you take the only pieces I have left

Feed off your damage
You haven't left much for me
As I travel over this white line

What's left
There can't be much
Even as everything
Hits me

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