Too Long For Your Eyes [So don't read it.]

I won't say it.
I won't say a word.
Things like this
aren't meant to be heard.
It's a sin in my heart.
A sin in my head.
Click my heals twice,
scream under the bed.
Monsters are real
no matter what you say.
They whisper at night,
and you
[don't] always stay.
Dandelion wishes
never come true,
and falling stars
only wish they flew.
Diamonds fall
out of gray-filled storms,
and the killing words
fly in swarms.
Hug my knees.
It's better this way.
I'm just peachy.
Swear, I'm okay.
Especially now,
while words fall out,
and I can't catch my breath,
because I'm trying to drown.
In every sentence.
In every line.
My fingers can't keep up
with my ever racing mind.
The poem's too long,
but I can't seem to stop.
Every word
is about to drop.
Drop from the sky
to splash on my face.
And reality surfaces
to win the race.
Makebelieve loser
gave up and lost.
Sad to see dreams die,
but that's the cost.
Of truths too harsh.
You should have never told,
but now I'm okay.
I have my own hand to hold.
Asphalt, asphalt,
as soft as ever.
Hidden meanings
are oh so clever.
Get a grip, Cayce.
You're just rambling along.
You can't be right,
because you're always wrong.
Fifty-eight lines
and you're still not done?
What the hell's wrong with you?
Just shut up for once.
Shaking hands,
and crying words.
Such a loser,
a poetic nerd.
Smile bright, lovely,
this is your song.
The one you play in your head
the one that's always wrong.
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What the hell..