yet you feel bleak and lonely.
The more silent you are,
the more you're screaming inside.
You laugh out loud,
but it starts to pain the moment you stopped.
You keep telling yourself you're okay,
but then just to prove you're becoming more broken.
It is a dead deep hollow inside,
you are trapped and caged,
you are locked and incarcerated;
you feel yourself are drifting away,
nothing there for you to hold,
or perhaps,
you just don't want to be saved,
because nothing matters anymore,
and the things you used to care for
just not worth fighting for anymore.
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