Isolation

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Sometimes you can't start healing

When you don't feel like breathing

Stealing air from my lungs

Until my spirit is gone

Blown away in the wind

Feeling stuck inside your skin

Never felt like you belonged

Always in the wrong

Better off being alone

Even when not having a home

Feelings become stiff as stones

You've sunken when everyone's grown

Lost mind, lost direction

Where is the intersection?

There's no road, there's no hope

Hanging on a non-existent rope

Better off being alone

Better off remaining unknown

Without a face, without a place

Just a pity, a waste of space

Drowning out all the voices

That try to control all choices

Muffling all the sounds

That always forcefully surround

Crowds feel like prison cells

Where nothing can be done well

And words are like blades

In your skin they are engraved

Digging deeper into your core

Until you can't take anymore

Never safe around the dark hearts

That love tearing you apart

Broken in pieces that disappear

Somewhere into the atmosphere

Just an outcast, a freak show

No one will notice your glow

But that's okay if you're allowed

To be yourself out loud

With no one else around

It feels safe and sound

Nobody is able to contain

The thoughts in your brain

No one can pull apart

The dread you feel in your heart

They don't really understand

All of what you demand

The best option is solitude

The only thing left to do

In a cave there's no despair

No toxicity in the air

Nothing is ever fair

At least you won't be there

In that horrid place

Where you're always misplaced

And just your presence

Easily causes resentment

A shadow on the wall

Only taught to crawl

But dances in the moonlight

When alone and out of sight

Can excel without the eyes

Of the ones making you cry

Can move one without others

Guess we never needed each other

Damaged, yet still intact

Or is it just an act?

When you turn your back

Your happiness comes back

Having value within yourself

No more asking for help

All these faces are imitation

I'd rather be in isolation

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