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Locked in sadness
It's the hidden things which are always the strongest,
And behind my mask my emotions run so deep, and with them my sadness manifests, now my hope is shaken and weak.
I'm stuck in a circular limbo and I don't know what too do,
My thoughts are so low and my days are fruitless and blue.
It's only me in my head,
Just me on my own,
With my heart wishing it was dead
Because my head is so alone.
So I write this poem with tears in my eyes, saying things that I can't share aloud, hoping that an angel hears my cries and finds me in this chaotic crowd.
It's torture to suppress the feelings that I alone can't mend,
And agony for the emotions that I can't defend,
So with no other escape I give up trying and let them rend.
Yet I still wear my mask and lie,
Lie and say I'm okay,
Lie to myself and pray,
Lay in my bed and shrink away,
And scream in my head to just run far away.
And behind my mask my emotions run so deep, and with them my sadness manifests, now my hope is shaken and weak.
I'm stuck in a circular limbo and I don't know what too do,
My thoughts are so low and my days are fruitless and blue.
It's only me in my head,
Just me on my own,
With my heart wishing it was dead
Because my head is so alone.
So I write this poem with tears in my eyes, saying things that I can't share aloud, hoping that an angel hears my cries and finds me in this chaotic crowd.
It's torture to suppress the feelings that I alone can't mend,
And agony for the emotions that I can't defend,
So with no other escape I give up trying and let them rend.
Yet I still wear my mask and lie,
Lie and say I'm okay,
Lie to myself and pray,
Lay in my bed and shrink away,
And scream in my head to just run far away.
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