The words that always paused their way through, flows like a silent screech within...
The unlikely feeling of things will be alright, dies down in the abyss of broken dreams...
The constant reassurances of nothing can ever break the chain of hope, rusts with words of comfort...
The crumple piece of ruined memories and broken promises, tames the severed heart to never open up again...
The petrified assurance that you'll never be enough for someone, barbs around you and cripples your soul...
The sting of every tear pierces a muffled cry, craving to be
your feelings being transpired diminishes uth fd
No bars, no time, noThe wired lines feel like a trap in time.
The silent waves of the current
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Jaded Reality
PoetrySome Realities are hidden safely in cages far away from the guilt of being judged at, from being gawked at, to form a veil to hide beneath in order to look as humanly happy as possible. To hoard down dark secrets, ultimately sulking in a murk so da...
