Voices never empathetic to the silence I yearn for.
Sympathy exhausted for those that never realized.
Apathy remains unhindered. Talk to me.
Unburden your heart. Simple. See?
I must be blind. Kindness never meets me.
I reach for halfway but fumble at the sound.
Echoes of pain still feeding my anger and doubt.
Terror resides within but isn't it without?
Without these feeling will I even make a sound?
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Muse of Madness
PuisiI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
