You are always on the verge of tears.
You don't actually have a reason to cry.
But your heart sinks every time you sit alone.
You are running away from it,
The toruture
The afflictions
The agonizing pain
The sufferings,
but everytime you stop racing from insecurities
you find yourself on the same page.
Its like you are rushing on a loop of infinity made out of thin thread.
A small push of betrayal and insolence
and you are falling into the hole of pitch black.
There is a barrier between you and happiness.
That barrier is the reason that people fail to recognise.
How hollow a happy soul can be.
How shattered is the self esteem.
How hard is it to keep that smile.
How anger conceals sadness.
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People don't understand this.
Nor do many make an effort.
This chain can be broken-down by a small change.
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
