Through twisted memories,
And distorted views.
I find my peace and solace,
In the cacophony of noise.
These distracting voices,
Running through my mind.
I can't get them out,
But I can't let the nice ones in.
Here I sit wiping these emotionless tears away,
Feeling nothing at all.
Chained down and no longer fighting,
The floor sinking farther.
And with my last ounce of whatever is left,
I say thank you for everything.
As who I used to be disappears,
Under the concrete of my fake facade.
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Author:
EmiliasLillith (
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Very emotive write but under that fake facade is the real you and all you need to do is break the concrete.
Well written. You can feel the helpless frustration. Too exhausted to fight anymore.
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