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I’m the strong one-
Atlas bearing the weight of the universe
I suppress the side of me who needs a shoulder to lean on,
Indulge in the side who doesn’t dare ask
I swallow my salty tears,
Shove them down my throat into a dark abyss
Somewhere deep inside me.
I’ve lost many treasures to this abyss
I am alive but not living
If you see me wandering an empty street at night,
Don’t be worried.
I am only trying to find my collection of lost items.
I am a pane of glass
There, but never quite seen
I am trapped in a glass room
Seen, but never quite there
My arm throbs where I clawed it open
I was only trying to break the glass
Blood is the bridge between physical and mental pain
Blood is knowing the difference between feeling sad and feeling numb
So I drag myself down an empty street at night,
Trying to find my collection of lost items,
Trying to fill the hole in my chest
Even though I know my efforts will never equate the magnitude of emptiness in me
The incessant hunger of the people yearns to
Take and take and take
Take until the we are left crawling on their hands and knees,
Searching for what used to be,
Burying what is now.
The world takes and takes and takes-
Until all that’s left is this deep ache in my chest.
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