Don't let me feel.
Anything. Anymore.
For these worthless words
with their powerful core.
They eat away at my soul and
scream; whisper; mutter; die...
But what do they mean?
Why create secrets; why create lies?
Are they my way
to arise, and be
who I am,
Just not who I want to be?
All you need to do for me
is find the perfect words;
make me
better, create me.
But I can't breathe. Their depth too deep.
Down, down, down, down,
I sink.
Voices speak,
words adjust to you,
But voices exist
as echoes do.
Are these words giving
me a way to speak,
or driving me to madness;
inarticulacy?
These beautiful words,
all for nothing
in the end;
so absurd...
words: descend.
This is very hard to understand, I'm sure If I didn't just write this myself I probably wouldn't have a clue was this is all about...
If you do, then, awesome! But if you didn't... I hope you liked my poem anyway
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