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Breaking away

Letting few tears escape every night I find myself immensely weak and weary Unable to fight my demons, I lay there, frozen Like a lifeless mannequin When I'm at my weakest point; I know You want to be there  I want to speak.
By Lazzana Goverdhan



Letting few tears escape every night

I find myself immensely weak and weary

Unable to fight my demons, I lay there, frozen

Like a lifeless mannequin

When I'm at my weakest point; I know

You want to be there 

I want to speak.

But how should I explain being a coward;

Scared and scarred from my own thoughts

Being in constant battle; my head and my heart

Where the aftermath injures my consciousness 

A little more deeply

And when you feel like I'm changing;

Not being able to word my feelings;

Always choose better for yourself 

'cause you deserve better than a broken mess

And if you're worried, don't be

As being used to is breathing now

Just like the ocean I hold secrets deep below;

Untouchable 

Too deep to dive in; come closer and you'll drown

Because sane ones don’t cage themselves; intentionally

So fly towards the sky; blue sky where you belong

And as for me I'll fly from forever prison, leaving broken pillars behind. 

 


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