My image doesn't lie, I'm broken and I'm shy, look into these eyes, do they look like they're alright? I'm not waiting for you to tell me you don't want me around, So I'll leave, and don't speak I don't want to be found. I'm probably going to break down somewhere, but the tools needed to save me are no good for repair. Once my mind is broken there's no fixing it this time. So get the coffin ready and bury me alive. I can't find, that one light, in my life, that they said they would save, And I can't find, my own life, is it lost? I'll be brave. They told me I was quiet, I didn't know what to say, I left my words at home, I'll talk another day, I don't know much about this,except that it's in my head, I thought I was crazy, but I'm just living dead. And I'm not perfect, I'm either up or down, so don't make this worse or I'll break through ground.And this world around us, burns what we used to be, and makes us into monsters, that make it hard to see, that we all have tears in our eyes, even when we don't feel them falling, they're waiting for that time. When the monsters will receive the calling, so don't let your monster out, one word of advice, if they find an exit, they won't play nice.
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Words We Can't Say
PoesíaA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
