🌟Soul Words🌟

🔪 K n i f e 🔪

My pain is well-known only by me,
My hardwork isn't shown very clearly,
Though I've done what I could,
Maybe the world isn't able to see.

So they decide to speak,
Of what I've done these past few weeks,
My talks with the moon is not known,
But they still speak of how my works pile thin.

When they make sound from their whispers,
I can only swallow my lump,
That one night, I gave in and withered,
On my bed weak and hopeless.

Hopelessly I hoped,
For them to make a change,
The dawn sets,
It's a new day,
But the people stay the same.

My mind portrays an image I wish to not see,
But it describes my pain perfectly-
Of a knife stabbed in my heart,
As comforting as drowning can be.

-LovableConundrum
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