You know they all pretend
In the end, you only have yourself to fend
Trapped in a world of hesitation and confusion
Everyone you reach out to seeming to be an illusion.
Back away; run away; hide away
Don't let anyone be the reason your heart will sway.
Slip away; shield away; sleep away;
Your world has turned to gray.
Silence is your best friend; silence is your enemy
You can not seem to put your feelings into brevity.
Darkness is welcoming; darkness strikes fear
You want to run away from everything near.
Save yourself, save yourself
Don't put away your feelings on the shelf.
Don't let them get dusty; don't let yourself forget they're there
Or you'll regret it, as past your lips comes your final breath of air.
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Of Sixes and Sevens
Poetryto be of sixes and sevens means to be in a state of confusion and disarray. a collection of poems by a person who has been stuck like this for a while. highest ranking: #411 in Poetry / / all rights reserved. do not reproduce or transmit in any for...