My pride let me cry...
and I couldn't've thanked him more Beneath my blanket's warmth, I couldn't leave my anger scorned what should I languish for when I can just release emotion and for the briefest moment leave my focus and find peace in solace I don't need to hold this...
it's a feeling I've waited to part with and it's hours til dawn...
I may as well harness the darkess perserving's the hardest, perhaps it may seem like it isn't but I'm praying this ends, pain and sorrow come in equal divisions with needle precision, I recall what I'd seen in a vision... the remnants of a man holding himself in the fetal position I need you to listen...
but I fear my sobs will drown my speech and I'm afraid to let you see me as these tears stream down my cheeks every droplet speaks...
the awful woes of this battered corpse viewing life through a shattered scope, barely clinging to tattered hope I carry baggage in massive loads and just accept it as status quo and as this sadness grows, it grabs my throat...
I gag and choke I've asked repeatedly but no one's heeding me, still no answers shown cuz the Voice of Reason only mocks me, speaking in sarcastic tones but beyond this wet pillow, I find my pain goes barely noticed until I lay my head down once more,
I alone must bare the onus

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