magic wandA Poem by Taylor Lanesolothey’re lying when they say it makes them feel independent that sound of the shower beating down muffling cries and moans and feelings drowning out pleasure, you can’t tell its pain its not about strength or a sense of self its because you are lonely and have no one else to hold or to have to love or to grab so you’re left on your own with desires to fill so you find substitutions and new sorts of games to trick yourself into thinking that you’re okay nothing is foreign you’re used to yourself you think you’d know better than anyone else but sometimes its hard doing it for yourself the statistics are in but you claim they're a lie a side effect is depression, frankly you’re not surprised it distracts for the moment but you still die inside its more of a habit as you do it everyday you think its you’re secret one that you keep safe but i see in your eyes that its you’re last recourse you’ve given up on them and on love and on lust so this is your choice, one of only yourself its not as though you had other options your hand has been dealt so you make the best of it but as you sit there alone in the dark unlit room with the shine of your screen as your only companion pretend you’re okay because at the very least you can do it for yourself
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