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The screams in the night.
Lights a fire.
I have nothing left in me to fight.
My pleas for peace backfire.
The world goes blur
As the lines appear
As the pain starts to transfer.
I can finally drop the tear.

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therighttothink50 · 56-60, M

Left within the darkness and the rain,
Chasing shadows on the wall as the teardrops fall,
Masking all the pain,
A life currently stuck on stall, locked behind my wall,

Caught within the cocoon of emptiness and despair,
Solitude is my respite and peace,
Life was never meant to be fair,
How to forget and release?

The bad memories left within the corners of my mind,
Just looking for a celestial sign,
Something to help me rewind,
And just pass this time, help me from remaining blind, just break these chains which forever bind…