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Ben Lowe

Updated: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 08:01 pm

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Biography

I am not an author. i write as it gives me release from the world. I have not for a long time (as anyone on here can probably see!) but recent events have made me search for an avenue that is just for me, that I can control. I just find it helps!

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I will never let you know They same time heals pain Breaking up then seemed sane But the happy memories last The pain is shrouded in the past I did not think That when I hear your name my heart would sink And now I feel a fool As I try and play it cool When I see you my resolve begins to flake I try to hide it for my own sake Yet I am haunted by the enormity of my mistake The mistake I pretend I didn’t make There must have been reasons I thought about them over the seasons I can’t help feel they were my own making I cannot bear the toll it’s taking I broke up ignoring my fears As your cheeks were wet with tears I said no when you begged me to try And now I can’t remember why I realise now the mistake I made And now I wait for the pain to fade Self-inflicted pain I don’t want to show But I will never let you know My mask I wear my mask to hide my fears I wear my mask to continue the lie I wear my mask to avoid their jeers I wear my mask as I am shy I may seem perpetually happy I am determined to be pleasant company Behind my mask my darkness is hidden My doubts, fears, self loathing, hidden in a sudo confident vessel I play the clown, I crack a joke I never say no This is all to hide how I hate feeling alone I cannot stand the myself, I cannot escape him My mask is a happy face My mask’s ending is nigh My mask is a sad fucking case My mask is an act about to die Seasons Summer is an illusion Winter a reality The illusion of hope, peace and prosperity Crushed by one’s own discontent Raindrops like daggers in one’s back The storm everlasting Of aspiration, too many are fasting From midsummer to lent Too many suffer Their longevity a curse Desperate for the sweet release of the hearse Cursing god for their abandonment

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