I frailly try to achieve leaded words I regret to know, stuck trembling with the fears I once feared coming true.
Am I ever enough with the tears I shift afar?
I have yet to cry a river, but an ocean full of sorrow. If I could sit a million years as a stone, my life would have no difference to the life I live here.
For I have no savior.
For every protector destined to save me has set out to destroy me.
And for what?
I have no one, nor do I have my sanity, so what's left?
What more could I be banished from as I sit in a dark cold hole with voices set out to harm.
I cry out for the strength I falsely give.
I cry out for the touch I'm so afraid of.
I cry out to the world that constantly staples tape to my mouth.
Is it too late to put me under?
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