⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
Did I bury myself when I promised perfection,
Tomorrow's illusion, a fragile reflection.
Was it all in vain, this hope I held tight?
The spiral of doubts, the endless night.
I thought things would change,
a shift in the air,But it's all just a pity,
a tragic affair.The dreams that I nurtured,
now fading away,In this winding path,
I've lost my way.
I tried to be picture-perfect,
but what did it bring?
A lingering emptiness, a soul with a sting.
Amidst my uncertainties, I search for a sign,
But the answers elude, as I spiral in time.
Please, is this how it ends, a bleak resolution?
Am I to hang myself on my thoughts with no retribution?
Will I strangle myself in the dead of night?
Or will I wake as another corpse in the light?
The echoes of despair, they stab in deep,
As I wander this labyrinth, unable to sleep.
The spiral continues, its twists undefined,I
n this endless descent, no solace to find.
So I ponder in silence, lost in my plight,
Trapped in this spiral, no escape in sight.
No resolution, no silver lining to mend,
Just a poem left hanging, with no end.
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