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Thin wire, overzealous leading to being over tired... an over reliance on the hopes of being reinspired, The burning thoughts; of a migraine constantly on fire. Ten thousand shots in my head—__ba, ba, ba, ba,__ swimming over my depths, trying my best to breathe; all the while in still waters choking my neck. Some live too long...living a life of the dead. I'm singing a song, better sounding inside—__la, la, la, la,__ It goes while I'm looking in the mirror, seeing myself and my self enemy. Who's betting on their works, to seem like a better version of themself/me? Letting be of the many ways I try to appear calm in some days. Hunger in my eyes; starved of the sights of true love. But the dirtiest intentions, has my face fully covered in mud. I give and give, but these returns are never enough. But plenty are the voices in my head, battling constantly—__blah, blah, blah, blah,__ as no-one else hears this cracking glass in my chest. I figure we're all fragile figures, in the end.
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Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 2:36 PM UTC
Fragile figures
Thin wire, overzealous leading to being over tired... an over reliance on the hopes of being reinspired, The burning thoughts; of a migraine constantly on fire. Ten thousand shots in my head—__ba, ba, ba, ba,__ swimming over my depths, trying my best to breathe; all the while in still waters choking my neck. Some live too long...living a life of the dead. I'm singing a song, better sounding inside—__la, la, la, la,__ It goes while I'm looking in the mirror, seeing myself and my self enemy. Who's betting on their works, to seem like a better version of themself/me? Letting be of the many ways I try to appear calm in some days. Hunger in my eyes; starved of the sights of true love. But the dirtiest intentions, has my face fully covered in mud. I give and give, but these returns are never enough. But plenty are the voices in my head, battling constantly—__blah, blah, blah, blah,__ as no-one else hears this cracking glass in my chest. I figure we're all fragile figures, in the end.
#pain#head#sad#voices#depression#fragile#glass#feelings
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27/M/Zimbabwe
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 2:36 PM UTC
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