The pain has finally struck me. After all that time pretending. Charades during the day; silent nights. It all destroys me with a blow of not wanting to move. Any path is unrequited for my being. I'm trapped in my soid cell. No one saves me matter how much I scream and yell. What's it worth to be saved once you're dead inside?
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
