How does one openly share With many strangers in a room All the atrocities and scars That mark your impending doom
Always leading with the heart Has left it broken and rather dead Causing the mind to eventually take over Numbing you down to invisibility instead
Simply wishing to fade away Into vast webs of silent misery While a boisterous and opposing point of view Keeps aiming for your victory
Strong-armed, not so gently, into a situation That leaves you stripped down, sullen, and bare Brings about complete and utter discomforts All of which, you hope no one is aware
Longing for some connection Though fearful of the start Freezes you into a silence Unable to be of any part
Your tongue becomes sluggishly thick Appearing knotted, twisted, and tied Oblivious to the surroundings While your brain is quietly being fried
Amid the haze, a courageous voice is heard sharing pieces of a story With similarities to that of your own Sending reassurance throughout a weary head That there is no longer a need to feel so lost and alone
One should never stop attempting to learn and grow as a human. Compassion needs to start with the self before it can be given to others...