Life is the deafing silence of death
Coming to find you
Choose to be blind
Choose to not speak
When in reality
Your words break the silence you loathe
No matter how short your sentence may be
Starting to fall aprt
Breaking up into pieces
Not really knowing who I am anymore
I'm trying so hard
I feel like I'm alone again
Am I doing this all alone?
I feel like maybe change is in the wings
But I can't let go of something I've worked for
Not something that's grown and bloomed
Will the flower die?
Will the death of green and
The realization of being stuck in the dark abyss
Finally cause my mind to die unpeacefully?
Or is this just all a mix up
And am I just over analyzing
This thing called life?
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