Nothing seems to come to mind
when I try to think of all the things
I shouldn't hide.
So instead I run into my room
face down with my pillow
covering my bloodshot eyes.
The eyes that are forced to see
the wretchedness of the entire world
that collapses around me.
Face red and burning
choking back the tears that seem
to come creeping up on me.
In the solitary silence
that is bound to make us not as sane
and penetrates our ears.
It has a way of screming
and ringing in my head
echoing from the peircing shreiks of nothing.
Just darkness that surrounds us
and makes me so insecure
and brings me back.
Back to the pillow
that drowns out my weeping
and suffocates me instead.
I think it's really bad!!!
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that is a well put write
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