All these years of blocking my emotions has left me cold,
Thus this has left me with no hand nor friend to hold,
Truth be told, I’m afraid of life,
But I stand tall in this fear with all my might,
For it feels as if I’ve been dressed in a dream,
That turns into a nightmare when pulled at the seams,
I can attempt to cover up but everything shows,
So what is there to do now? Cry, no laugh I suppose,
Keep life forever more veiled as tinted glass,
Invisible the inside ; going outward a mask,
For loneliness can’t be killed and shame will always show,
That’s why in my heart my graves’ on the front row ,
Yet, I am hesitant to place flowers above my head,
Because of this day and time I only
Play Dead.
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"No good deed goes unpunished."
-Wicked!
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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
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Everyone feels a certain way for a reason, when you read a persons poem your glimpsing at their very soul.
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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
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