Dark shadows raise upon you.
Their silhouettes covering yours.
Blinding your sight.
Hiding every route to escape.
Their voices everywhere, surrounding you.
Loud and clear.
Too loud and too clear.
How are you alone even in the company of so many?
How are you scared of their voices?
How are you suppressing your feelings with a forced smile?
How are you breathing the intoxicated air consuming its words of hatred?
How are you alive sitting in front of them with a veil masking your thoughts?
How did you turn those tears of incalculable value into an empty dry drought?
How did you stop reaching out your hand for help when it's right in front of you?
Why do you hide these questions in the silence of your own while it gets worse day after day second after second.
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
