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"The Same"

Shattered on the floor where no one will see,
Somewhere no one will pick the pieces up,
A place where no one will look,
In any corner of the room.

Locked from within the door itself,
No key to open either side,
No one able to get in,
No one able to get out.

Everyone fears what's inside this room,
The fears terrified of what's outside,
This room filled with phobias and anxieties,
This body only able to see what's inside.

You can't unlock a door without a key,
A door without a key can never be tampered with,
And a door that is not visible to the eye,
Can never be knocked on.

The shattered pieces can never be mended,
When they never can be accessed,
By accessing this room,
You are picking through someone's memories.

All the pain and sorrow that appear to you now,
Are the causes from the world around us,
I'm not sure if it will ever be fixed,
But once again you can't access a door that doesn't exist.

Lost and broken,
Never pieced back together,
Always apart,
Spreading throughout this world.

Each memory being remembered,
And never being forgotten,
Even the good ones hurting,
All still but never staying together.

Confused,
Burned,
Torn apart,
Worn out.

That key I've been looking for,
What will it ever unlock,
There is no key,
Because there is no door.

These walls that surround me,
Leave no air for me to breathe,
There is no key,
Because there is no door.

Will you come to me now,
As this box begins to suffocate me,
Saving me from this beast within,
That is planning on overpowering me.

Bent and broken,
Ashes on the ground,
Blowing away in the wind,
As we stand under this starry night.

Darkened feelings now in the air,
Searching for a safe place to hide,
Only able to become closer,
Closer to each other.

This is not the end,
But just the beginning,
Every part of us,
Now as one and not two.

Being together has always been,
It just has never happened,
Until this moment in time,
You were never even mine.

Off with others,
Always getting burned,
Myself being played,
Never knowing what I truly felt.

I've finally ended it,
Ended my pain and suffering,
Restarting my new path now,
Getting "you" and "I" to become "us" and "we".

This path we have started,
It will never be safe,
Being safe is not the problem,
The problem is trust.

Trusting is the on going issue,
Keeping me from letting others in,
Letting them in knowing what's to come,
Always terrified of the oncoming outcome.

Never knowing what to expect,
Never knowing the truth,
Not all people are the same,
Which is true because you surely don't drive me insane.

Insanity is just another step,
Another step to why we're alike,
Being crazy can only mean one thing,
We truly were made to be the same.

Same mind,
Same beat,
Same thoughts,
Same feelings.

This is why we were made,
For each other to be blamed,
Blamed for nothing at all,
And still happen to be the same.

Same body,
Same heart,
Same soul,
Same love.

This is indeed why we are the same.