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WOE AND SUFFERING
I'm finding it harder just to close my eyes
Four hours of sleep before the daily grind
And sleep in on weekends just to waste time
Then tell you I was busy under a false smile
Never ask me what being me feels like
Speaking to me is suffering frostbite
And don't tell yourself that you'd rather break ice
To choose darkness over what warmth provides
Empty voice on the tape
Blank face in the photograph
When the shadows rise, I'll be there alive
I'd trade my strength for fear
To show you that I'm here
When the world is gone, I'll be there alone
Sometimes I'm just tired, just need some space
I feel like time is just slipping slowly away
I'll say exactly what you want me to say
It's not a game, but an instrument I play
There's fair warning in every step you take
Don't want another precipice to swiftly break
Of tears that fall into the void of the evening rain
Just wish sometimes that they were mine to fake
Empty voice on the tape
Blank face in the photograph
When the shadows rise, I'll be there alive
I'd trade my strength for fear
To show you that I'm here
When the world is gone, I'll be there alone
Everyone I've lost, they gave their all
It's not misery, it's just raising of walls
Not for me, but because I do feel small
For I know that I am the one at fault
Even when it's easy, it's really not though
To feign compassion that you want to show
And nervous laughter when you'd rather be alone
Can't even mourn a death under falling snow
It's enough to make someone feel like the lowest low
A bitter fruit is plucked by trees that won't grow
Rancid taste in the mouths of those who in time will know
Don't trade happiness for a seed that you'll never sow
Empty voice on the tape
Blank face in the photograph
When the shadows rise, I'll be there alive
I'd trade my strength for fear
To show you that I'm here
When the world is gone, I'll be there alone
Look at me and tell me you still feel depressed
I'm walking on glass to find what filled my chest
But self-harm will never be the choice that's best
I'd rather suffer through, than watch another death
Published 26th Nov 2016
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26th Nov 2016 10:53pm
This is in my opinion, an expression delivered with absolute skill... felt one with the author here! quite an evocative read...the rhythm,flow and rhyme are captivating..indeed!
27th Nov 2016 7:51am
27th Nov 2016 00:47am
Mind if I call you Ubi? Well, Ubi, yet another stunner. Couldn't have asked for better. The longing, the sorrow, the resigned atmosphere came together in a subtle concoction that made me drink you words in with every breath - as much as it was stolen away. Exceedingly well wrought. Marvelous.
27th Nov 2016 7:50am
I don't mind, I've been called Ubi most often actually. I am glad that you enjoyed it DPK. Thank you for your words.
27th Nov 2016 6:40pm
Such a beautiful piece! I didn't just read this I felt all of it deeply. Thank you for sharing!
27th Nov 2016 6:41pm
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it and it had some kind of emotional impact.
18th Jan 2023 5:18pm
Speaking to me is suffering frostbite
And don't tell yourself that you'd rather break ice
🖤💔
This one made me feel a sadness i haven’t felt in a while; perfectly describes how depression or any form of an upsetting emotion would feel like. It feels cold and dark, you did well
And don't tell yourself that you'd rather break ice
🖤💔
This one made me feel a sadness i haven’t felt in a while; perfectly describes how depression or any form of an upsetting emotion would feel like. It feels cold and dark, you did well
