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Braden Dalia Nov 2018
You may not understand,
Nor will you feel my pain,
The pain of failure,
Of my soul crumbling to dust,
Day by day,
Disappearing into thin air,
Unable to be fixed,
That’s my soul,
A soul turning black from anger,
From sadness,
But you can’t feel my pain,
Because I do not show it,
Crying to sleep,
My way to peace,
Dust creeping away,
From me,
From my soul,
Getting weaker,
Till my eyes close,
Dreams of death,
Of horror,
Breaking my brain,
But in the end,
Nobody sees my true pain,
The one ripping myself apart,
For they do not look,
They never look for it,
For they don’t have any reason too,
I wrote this one in one of my worst moments and would like others to know what it’s like for me, and what I need to go through every day.

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