Someone told me that I'm just living in a world
That's a mere figment of my imagination
And my life is being wasted on a delusion.
He doesn't understand, he never will.
I've seen the world for what it really is.
It scared me to the point I could barely
function, because it was at the brink of devastation,
and there was nothing but darkness on sight.
A t s o m e p o i n t
The façade I've created for myself
will break apart, and I'll be exposed to this h e l l
once more...
I may emerge in ruins,
but I hope the damage would be repairable,
and everything would be put back to place.
That way, no one would have to be afraid anymore
Because there's nothing left to fear.
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Catharsis
Poesíaca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All...
