It's like I'm split in her and I,
she's ready to quit and run
And I'm burnout and still,
She's drowning in despair and pain
And I'm staring at life head on with glare,
She's wanting help and care,
And I'm silent and confused
She wants to scream " Someone please talk"
And I'm scared someone might listen
She knows, she wants to be free
I know it'll destroy me
She knows this isn't right
I know, it's not right for me
We know, we are one and the same
And yet
There was this time where we ceased to be.
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Serene Nightmare
PoetryNot every story has a happy ending. Some misfits dare to oppose fate and stand against odds of destiny. But the end is inevitable, and we all remain, forever faded into a serene nightmare.
