It’s a virus,
silent,
slowly eating away
at my chest,
without warning.
Invisible tears,
falling inside,
fears that grow,
unseen by anyone.
I fight,
I smile,
but inside
I drown.
I seek a cure
in a gesture,
a glance,
a moment
of peace.
But evil lurks,
hidden,
in the shadow of being,
in pain unspoken.
I feel trapped,
in an endless cycle,
where fear is king,
and I, the prisoner.
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illusions
Şiir"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
