In betrayal's silent realm,
I sit under the dark thundering clouds
Abrupting chaos around me
Equivalent to the chaos within.
Or maybe not.
The chaos within is much larger,
Much stronger,
Much obliterating,
Much more than any external thunderstorm.
I'm mute,
Even though I want to cry out loud,
I want to shout,
I want to bleed my pain out
The same way it's bleeding me on the inside,
But I'm mute.
I'm dead silent.
I'm totally quiet.
Dead-drop silence.
The pain is too much for me to bear,
Too much to handle,
Too much.
Too much.
Too much.
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For Instagram
PoetryOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
