Here we are again and again
Facing things on through the rain
Who would've thought it to be so
Drowning in self-hate to bring them so low
Their view of the light clogged up by rain
Falling deeper into the ocean of everlasting pain
They begin to forget what it feels like to be warm
Letting their anxiety take a nasty form
Hands bitten up by the teeth of depression
Their mouth sealed up to even make a confession
Tension builds and builds and builds
Their belief of hope was once willed
Lies spilled out like a glass of burning tea
Wanting to love more of the "she"
Yet they question their capability of love
Their feelings giving them a harsh shove
Knowing their emotions are strong and desperate
Making those around them exasperate
If they could forget they'd be willing to
But what would happen if someone knew?
Clutching onto the blade of happiness
Haunted by the sorrow's ghastliness
Holding onto the mask once more
Watching as all their lies are tore
Wishing that this little human didn't say a word
Never should've spoken of the burden of a broken bird
Though no one can see it but the she
Yet they continue to lie and not make a plea
Hoping there was a way to change who they were or are
Nothing seems to work as if happy were far
Tired, exhausted, anxious and quiet
Closing their mouth as other words are disquiet
Having enough of this pain
They take a deep breath as all their thoughts remain
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☂𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 | 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈☂
Poetry☂ 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓁𝓎 reading, sitting near a window with raindrops upon the glass. This is where you will find poems of many. ☂ All pictures belong to their rightful owners (c)