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It's been stormy lately.
Snow and wind block the fragile spring.
Inside I struggle with Shadows.
I just want to hide.
Hiding is hard though.
Inside are all the haunted screams,
bubbling up to the surface.
Whispers dark and broken seek escape.
When I look at myself,
I see the scars.
They make me want to cut again.
I try to drown everything with music.
To watch things that distract from the creeping despair.
Why do my eyes burn with tears?
How did my very being become agony restrained?
I search for my light,
but I can't see it through the storm within.
I don't know what to do.
All I hear is this burning question:
Why?
Snow and wind block the fragile spring.
Inside I struggle with Shadows.
I just want to hide.
Hiding is hard though.
Inside are all the haunted screams,
bubbling up to the surface.
Whispers dark and broken seek escape.
When I look at myself,
I see the scars.
They make me want to cut again.
I try to drown everything with music.
To watch things that distract from the creeping despair.
Why do my eyes burn with tears?
How did my very being become agony restrained?
I search for my light,
but I can't see it through the storm within.
I don't know what to do.
All I hear is this burning question:
Why?
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"My vision blurred, my suffering revealed." Writing is a wonderful way to cleanse. Dig in and find it the answer is in there. I have written many pieces like this, so I completely relate. Thanks for sharing! 