These walls are closing in,the sounds is too much, it hurts for me to witness what I see, it seems closing my eyes is my only peace. When it's darkest is when I feel like me, but yet and still fear plagues me being here. It's too comfortable, it's too inviting, it's too embracing, yet it feels amazing I have so much clarity so undisturbed it's practically limitless possibilities to SO MUCH tranquility, but this comes with a price, missing out on outside life makes you closer to its grip, losing others makes you slip harder into the nothingness abyss, watching yourself become unappreciated is the key to the darkness's hard drive and the more you hold in the deeper you dive until that feeling of me becomes you being devoured by the darkness and now you neck deep like quicksand, the inviting feeling was the darkness taking your ability to breathe, the clarity you have is what the darkness wanted you to see, and now the walls are closing in, the sound becomes too much, it hurts to witness what you see when darkness is your only peace.
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The mind of the average
PoetryA book of poetry that gives a different perspective an awareness to the depths of emotions some will make you smile,some may even make you cry, but overall goal is to make you feel what you reading while understanding the points of view PLEASE ENJOY
