Unspeakable Truth

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Pen it down, they say,

Speak up,

but then who’s there to listen?

Who’s there to listen and not judge?

Not call me crazy or mad?

Away you ugly thoughts,

go torment those who are more deserving.

My walls,

they seem weak they crumble

one stone after the other down they fall.

Who’s there to see me

at the corner of the dark room

 who will stretch out their hand for me

I’m i even deserving of this world

or I’m i just an entity that comes and goes

only to be forgotten easily

why then should I struggle so

 I dance in the dark in my own tears

trying to tell myself,

convince myself,

my story is not over yet

but deep down I can feel it

 I know it’s the end

its just a matter of………

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