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Feb 2017
You're overwhelming my senses.
****, my head's at hundred a second,
And the ride's driving me insane.
My body shakes with the intensity of what I've to say,
But, yet, silence takes over my being and I stay lost.

Lost between what I think,
Against what I feel.
Running once more in circles.
Ain't that the usual?

I'd let you hold my heart,
So you'd feel how heavy it is,
How my throat's hurting
And how my eyes are trying the hardest not to give in.

When was the last time I said what I meant
Without thinking about anyone else but myself?
I have been always at war with the voices inside my head,
Trying desperately to find my own.

Where's my button off?
I want to let go of all expectations,
Implications, overwhelmedness and restrictions.
What I should and shouldn't, I just want to be.

Weirdly, I find it easy to deal with what I can't have,
Than what I can reach and live it.
When was I told I'm not worthy of being valued?
So sick and tired of feeling oppressed by myself.
Copyright © irsorai
26/02/2017 - 11:45pm
irsorai
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irsorai  31/F/Portugal
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