Dungeon

I am feeling lower than ever before In my head I hold leaden weights Think I need professional help Emotions ignored become hard to navigate Push down pain a little longer Numb wounds for awhile Gulp lumps of uneasiness Conceal misery with a phony smile Heart broken and bleeding Hidden from all who look I have mastered the art of composure Face an unreadable book Quiet night is tense and dim Begging me to sneak off and play Think I might cave in this one time I'm scared I won't be able to get away Under covers I hide in bed Hoping I will not be found By weakness and uncertainty I lay motionless without sound Trying to sort my issues Organization isn't really my thing Prefer to shove difficult subjects in a box Lock out of sight so I can avoid the sting Discovered something dull inside me I found a tool sharper for out Condemned the skin once considered home It is easier to not think about I'm told intensity only worsens with time A smile hideously glued Energetic as dying muscles will allow Wild heart now meek and subdued Memories will not depart Echoes of voices loved then lost Brighter still, rotating faces Seasons changing sunlight to frost My head has become a dark dungeon Trapped there with my dirtiest sins Watching mistakes as they rattle rusted bars Capturing worst thoughts caged within

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