#innerturmoilmasks
The struggles of man , the weight my mind bears , all because I need to breathe .
A breath of air , never truly fresh as you remain in turmoil .
You can never really wash the sins off , especially ones you never committed .
Grave wounds no one can see , but yet we feel it , I feel it , digging deeper it stings , on the surface it's plain .
How do I explain to people ? That my smile hurts more than my frown ?
How do I explain that being around hypocrites snuffs out my light , leaving behind a mortal wound only I can see .
How do I explain that I want to be alone , nursing my inner wounds and hoping for it to heal .
But how do I hope ? When I might just have lost faith .
My tears aren't worth a dime , yet if I had a quarter anytime they threaten to fall I'd be a millionaire.
A man does not cry ! So he doesn't , a woman must not cry so I don't .
I leave it to eat me alive , we leave it to eat us alive .
And then , we are the reflection of who we are on the inside , and I fear - broken . It's broken .
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC