I hide within my empty shell,
I hide behind a facade that could shatter at its own will.
And though I experience the deepest pain,
Not once will I usher a single scream.
Though my soul is so distinctly wrapped in disdain,
I'll try to wash it away with the sweetest dream.
But I could never truly be myself whilst awake;
For my existence the world will forsake.
And if nobody knows that I live,
Am I really alive or simply dead?
So I built this empty shell,
A safe haven turned Hell.
I'm trapped inside this tear stained walls,
Meandering lost in these desolate halls.
Crying out for the little spirit that I once was,
Forever wishing for a chance of pressing "rewind" and "pause."
But again...
If the world truly knew who I am,
Who would really want to become my friend?
YOU ARE READING
Eighteen Seconds Until Sunrise |||POETRY|||
PoetryThis is all I have... Simple words that cannot begin to describe with any of these constructed syllables the resonating depth of such complexities... I'll try, though.
