Crestfallen

Encumbered  
heavy  
 
nothing got better  
I just got used to the pain  
 
someone once told me not to live in the past  
but what if the past lives in me?  
 
Enclosed  
trapped  
 
skeletons in closets trying to free themselves  
the chains of fate breaking slowly  
 
the fibers of sanity deliberately pulling apart  
yet held together at the seems  
 
diminished  
Powerless  
 
everything trying its hardest to bring me down  
gravity has many faces  
 
empty spaces filled with regret  
dejection is a way of life  
 
Downhearted  
hapless  
 
symmetry in the hate that is spewed  
makes it only natural  
 
times arrow hit me in the heart  
it then ceased to  
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