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simplicity vs toxicity
In a chamber of despair,
I yearn to be sane
where I'm painfully aware
is inside of my brain.
Holding stains from my past
that I'm forced to relive,
These walls are the last
I expect to forgive.
Inside them are demons
that feed on mistakes.
And they taunt me with reasons
my heart often breaks.
My facade has been strong,
blending in just enough.
One that always belongs
and is worthy of love.
But now it's flimsy and thin,
so the darkness escaped.
Now I'm forced to defend
what can't be contained.
No matter how often,
It's a fight to survive.
Like i'm locked in a coffin
and no one knows i'm alive.
Deep inside of this void
that nothing can fill,
is one who's destroyed
and desperate to feel.
Deep and poetic,
but I've wasted my words.
Perhaps I'm pathetic
or just haven't been heard.
Many souls dealt me pain
when I wanted just one.
They've brought me the rain
while I gave them the sun.
I posses dark rooted sorrow
and not one ounce of fake.
My hand you may borrow,
but my heart you won't take.
My abandonments heavy,
like my soul hangs it's head.
But I yearn to be ready
when I crawl out of bed.
I long for simplicity,
an escape from my mind
but In a world full of symmetry
I am far from aligned.
I yearn to be sane
where I'm painfully aware
is inside of my brain.
Holding stains from my past
that I'm forced to relive,
These walls are the last
I expect to forgive.
Inside them are demons
that feed on mistakes.
And they taunt me with reasons
my heart often breaks.
My facade has been strong,
blending in just enough.
One that always belongs
and is worthy of love.
But now it's flimsy and thin,
so the darkness escaped.
Now I'm forced to defend
what can't be contained.
No matter how often,
It's a fight to survive.
Like i'm locked in a coffin
and no one knows i'm alive.
Deep inside of this void
that nothing can fill,
is one who's destroyed
and desperate to feel.
Deep and poetic,
but I've wasted my words.
Perhaps I'm pathetic
or just haven't been heard.
Many souls dealt me pain
when I wanted just one.
They've brought me the rain
while I gave them the sun.
I posses dark rooted sorrow
and not one ounce of fake.
My hand you may borrow,
but my heart you won't take.
My abandonments heavy,
like my soul hangs it's head.
But I yearn to be ready
when I crawl out of bed.
I long for simplicity,
an escape from my mind
but In a world full of symmetry
I am far from aligned.
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