Life and Other Shit

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺

Try to listen beyond my head and there's screams and shouts outside,
But if you pay attention there's sad songs inside.
The pain it never phases me,
So I just let it be.

And I keep it all inside my heart,
As I silent it with the songs I hear.
It's never easy to hear it everyday,
But that's why I listen to the songs play.
It's never easy when your pain seems insignificant,
But not everyone cares for you is something I learnt.

Songs, they tell you stories of others' pain,
And their efforts you know, are never in vain.
Each song, each story, is one that was never heard,
So with every song, I feel my pain being heard.
I say that I try to use the songs to feel others pain,
But I know really, it's just my pain I wanna slain.

I try to let it go but the pain never seems to leave,
As with each passing day I continue to grieve.
Everyday a new pain, a new song,
But the pain's stay will always prolong.

Trying to silent it all is not the right way,
But I'm too tired to think of anything else anyway.
Every time that I silent the pain,
All it does is grow again.
Not a song, nor a story, ever made it go away,
So even to god, I don't try to pray.

I'm not trying to hide all the pain inside,
But no one seems to care so I don't show it outside.
It's never easy to live with all the pain inside,
But when people don't care, it's better to let it hide.

So now here I am thinking how life's never gotten simpler,
But I knew deep down that it was never gonna be easier.
Still I tried to keep my hopes and let them fly,
But all that unfulfilled hope ever did was make me cry.

So now I'm standing against a crossroads again,
Thinking which one would make the pain go away.
But I know the right choice, I've never made,
So I let myself stray away.
Because life it goes on, is something I know,
Teaching you to hide all the pain and not let it show.

So I close my eyes and walk down any path,
Walking only with a hope to not feel life's wrath.
I let my life take the road it chooses,
Knowing it's not going to be easy and filled with bruises.

So I plow my way through life and I still hope,
That this time I'll be able to cope.
I hope that this time I don't need to silent the pain for long,
And that there's someone to listen to the stories of my song.
-Outspoken Fears

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Outspoken Fears