A broken heart with a broken soul
A caged mind with no way out
A spirit shattered
A voice waiting to be heard
You want to speak up but how?
When the people that should be listening to you don't...
What then?
We all have demons we face be it in the past or the present
We all wish for a break,
a way out,
and yet nothing...
Every day feels like a void piling up
Little by little I'm going back to that corner
Crouching down for some comfort in that corner
I don't wanna go back,
It's scary and lonely...
It's suffocating...
but its all I've ever known
The corner of comfort...
cerry~
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I think it’s understandable to seek or revisit that place and while I detect a touch of resignation , I propose instead, it may be just a regrouping to gather the strength to bounce back w vigor ? Nice piece. Nice read
Thank you!!
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