The breeze , and the sounds of trees rustling
The sun shining into my eyes ,
But it's all dull,
Thinking of the past, the vibrant colors and exciting sounds,
innocent feelings and comforting moments of silence,
But everything seems duller,
Paler, like the color was drained and the sound was silenced,
It's sad, but adaptable.
Silence is my comfort, the
Only peace I can find safety in.
I long for the old peace, where I didn't have to worry,
About what was going on around me, where I could see me again,
Even if it's just for a moment. I just want to see, the version of me I lost long ago.
But as another breeze whizzes by, and a sigh passes my mouth,
I know that won't ever happen.
But that's ok.
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Non-FictionI literally hate myself so much just end the pain 😍😍😍 I really wish someone actually loved me and wouldn't leave me over and over again:^
