Deep down inside,
You want them to notice.
You want them to ask,
You're scared of judgment,
You're scared and ashamed.
Deep down you are in pain.
Where is my prince in shining armor?
No where to be seen,
So we seek refugee,
In the blades of our personal Knights.
Swords drawn trying to fight,
those demons that are unseen,
But some lose the fight.
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YOU ARE READING
state of being hopeless
Puisistate of being hope·less I saw yellow in the shadow of doubt. A glimpse of the sun? No, I saw you. I Made A Wish. You Made It Come True. The darker the sky; the brighter the mind. ;
