GOOSEBUMPS

The closer you got

The more I realized,

That overall, you’ve seen everything,

But what’s inside.

The closer you got

The more the chills have grown

As my heart slowly turns into stone

The closer you got

The more I was unraveled,

Throughout all my heart you have traveled,

Yet you still can’t seem to find the truth behind the hidden soul,

That I have fallen through 

a trap door of depression

But yet still castled.

This poem is about: 
Me

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