+- T𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! -+
It's like talking to a wall
And it's damn near driving me insane
I had finally found a way to cope
I was alone
And I was fine being that way
I was stable
This is not a new thing for me
this is not an unfamiliar rodeo
and while I'm walking around
in my self isolation
you appear
And suddenly it's my fault
like why are you even here??
I willingly put myself in this place
You appear and that's my fault
And I'm stuck hearing the whispers I never wanted to hear.
Yet you stand there, all high and mighty
I shout and my voice echoes back at me
So what's the point in trying
You're just gonna stay there and keep denying
as you can seen there is zero point in trying
My bad for having feelings
I didn't know keeping quiet,
not saying anything
Is me not minding my own
Me? what? I heard nothing
And again it just bounces back
I must love the sound of my own voice huh
Now I'm here trapped
If I get up and walk around you
I'll never hear the end of it
my only option is
Sitting on the floor
with my lips zipped
And again you appear
I have not uttered a single word
You only felt something was wrong
Because you know you did something wrong
And again it's my fault
Damn wall
Ima just climb you and jump off
Problem solved
Business has been minded
Permanently
♡+-𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔-+ ♡
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Midnight Chronicles
Poetry+- Sometimes the hardest battles are fought within. We all hide pieces of ourselves, but what happens when the walls break down? You can never hide forever. Pain can be a powerful teacher and often teaches us painful truths, pain never lies. In life...
