In the silence of long nights,
where memories linger like shadows,
a heart once vibrant,
now encased in layers of glass,
each shard reflecting a past,
too heavy to carry,
too fragile to touch.
How many times have I stoodon the edge of connection,
my hands clasped tight,
as if the warmth of otherscould ignite the embers long extinguished?
Each laugh, a fleeting ghost,
each smile, a mere echoof something I once knew.
Ihave felt the chill of betrayal,
the sharp sting of words unspoken,
like a storm that rolls in,
clouding the sunny skies of trust.
Gone
I retreat into the corners of the making,
Don't progress unless of the exploitation of,
where the walls are thick,don't matter thermal vision is their
the air stale,WI fi connection
and feelings fade like old photographs.
I'm no longer here
It’s a strange and weirder
For your arrogance and ignorance
By any means what satisfy you to show more people, congratulations
And ,no ,not any more beside me,and ,
I can't find the
,in a silents
through the
lost in silence.
In rooms filled with laughter,
become a mere observer,you are now,and moving on
In the mind,( your nothing like I expe ted)
Yah, that individuals gone,
These eyes ,I can't see,
the barrier built,
history,where
pain
What is it like
to breathe without hesitation,it's exhausting trying to want to breathe
Can I still return to that mind state,
No ,not anymore,stupid huh so more of don't matter now anyways its not the same mindframe,it's taintedso there I understand,I never was
Fuck it
waiting for you
No
abandoned fa sure
Now also by emotions
You watch the world unfold,
The ignorance and the great feeling you soak up in a fulfilled ego, may not be
the lives entwined ,now assured now not to have any relation or conversation,
while I grasp at the threads,
only to feel them slip away.
There is a quiet comfort,
in this detachment,
a rhythm to the numbness that wraps around me,
yet the weight is heavy,
each day a mirror reflecting the loneliness
And yet, in the stillness,
a whisper persists,
a gentle ache for warmth,
despite the walls raised high.
the distance you said I've created?
What becomes but a forgotten shell,venture forth,without me of course
entering less
The journey isn't easy
the path is with doubt,
Never, addition of any,is in the ad just, cause you are the an means not an objection, though through some the objective is to convince when the individual has been convicted and the invading ,not the individual that's committing the crime, this adjustment may have justice within correcting the direction of sanity not continuing disturbance and conversation in societies taintedness of your invasions of hypocrisy know your excepted an added, to my life of strength of your discouraged focus,and how much time is spent ,staring at a monitor, screened by your direction of another. Yah, you haven't gotten our of ,the,fictionalized of your creativity, showpeople who I really am , a nobody, did it to myself,
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