"Soon Brighter days will come" You say,
But the sun don't even shine on my side of the street anymore,
and the light can't seem to find my way.
And all i see is gray...
and all i hear is the deathly music of silence ringing in my ears.
"Hold on to hope", but we both know that even those very words spoken has lost it's worth.
My ability to think what normal people is supposed to think has vanished,
and all my choppy images and word fragments come afloat and sink.
My chest tightens with the worries of my self neglectance,
how did allow myself to get lost in the mist of adolescence.
These walls of insecurity come tumbling upon me, crushing my lungs.
I'm an undeveloped fetus, lost and detatched, i'm a stain in in the perfect frames of your image.
I'm barely a portion of a person,
i'm barely a person.
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