Ubdasbjhasbd Poem Thingy

I've come to realize
many things.
An abundance of lies,
for example, does
not have the strength
to diminish pain.

Because somewhere you
know you're living a lie,
and you just can't
help, but die inside
a little more
each time you
look within yourself.

And each time
you look within yourself,
your heart cracks
a little more.

Still, you cannot
regret the pain,
for the pain has kept
you alive.

And as the moons
look down upon
you, you cannot
help but ask,
"Is this life of lies
Worth living,
If I still can't reach
The stars?"

And what would
become of you,
if your last breath was
long stolen?

What becomes of
the lies?

I've come to realize
many things,
But still, I have
Many questions lingering
upon my tongue.
Unspoken thoughts
often become
unspoken answers,
and where does that leave us?

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I'm working on a real title.
"Ubdasbjhasbd Poem thingy" will have to do in the mean time.
It's kinda growing on me. >_>