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I should've known
I wouldn't hold.
I couldn't stay like this forever.
For years I tried
to muffle my cries,
trying to keep myself together.
How did I think
I wouldn't sink
And be on the brink of my limits?
I slip too fast
into my past
my body still, but mind relives it.
No one can know
the secrets stowed,
Chained with heavy silence.
Distracting every gaze,
hiding all my pain
by veiling it with nonsense.
They think that I
am always high
like no part of me is aching.
They're love is my drug,
when they go I'm stuck
remembering that I'm breaking.
I take a step,
proud of every breath,
happy I can still survive.
As long as family
keeps on loving me,
I have the will to stay alive.
I wouldn't hold.
I couldn't stay like this forever.
For years I tried
to muffle my cries,
trying to keep myself together.
How did I think
I wouldn't sink
And be on the brink of my limits?
I slip too fast
into my past
my body still, but mind relives it.
No one can know
the secrets stowed,
Chained with heavy silence.
Distracting every gaze,
hiding all my pain
by veiling it with nonsense.
They think that I
am always high
like no part of me is aching.
They're love is my drug,
when they go I'm stuck
remembering that I'm breaking.
I take a step,
proud of every breath,
happy I can still survive.
As long as family
keeps on loving me,
I have the will to stay alive.
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Been emotionally out of whack, but doing better. Had a reminder that holding on has it's rewards.
Been emotionally out of whack, but doing better. Had a reminder that holding on has it's rewards.
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Beautiful !!