A pain in my chest, feels like a damn screw,
It crawls up my throat, burns my eyes too.
I wanna scream, shout into the wind,
But I turn that pain into words, let it all sink in.
Lock myself in, shut out the world's noise,
Every damn day, feels like I'm just a toy.
Tired of fighting, tired of this damn brawl,
Catch my breath for a sec, then comes another fucking fall.
Tears keep rolling, drowning in my sorrow,
Seeking distractions, anything to borrow.
Binge-watching shows, idols to follow,
But deep inside, I still feel hollow.
Dreams shattered, hopes all gone,
Feels like climbing Everest with loads on, so damn long.
The weight of my past, traumas on repeat,
Fighting my own damn self, consumed by defeat.
Tears keep rolling, drowning in my sorrow,
Seeking distractions, anything to borrow.
Binge-watching shows, idols to follow,
But deep inside, I still feel hollow.
Stuck in the same damn place for years,
Depression's grip tightens, my biggest fear.
Isolated, misunderstood, fighting on my own,
Only one who gets me, is the one I disown.
Tears keep rolling, drowning in my sorrow,
Seeking distractions, anything to borrow.
Binge-watching shows, idols to follow,
But deep inside, I still feel hollow.
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Free Verse Chronicles: Soulful Writings.
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