Cry! It heals

Lonely is a funny word, it doesn’t begin to describe the feeling of emptiness or the void of the deep dark abyss in my heart that used to be filled with happiness, as my condition regresses, I lost my finesse and now I’m a mess but ales you forget I was a great hero.
When they say mighty has fallen, I can relate. From grace I’ve fallen, I’m even afraid to show my face, show me mercy dont judge me ever so harshly.
I’ve always thought being alone meant the absence of other people but I feel the absence of my soul, this is fatal!
I always thought being lost meant you didn’t know where you were but I soon learnt its forgetting who you are and tryna remember is futile.
Remembering is a dangerous thing. It means opening up closed wounds, but can it really affect you when your wounds have never closed? I find myself looking for light, tryna light a candle in the wind, I know it’s kinda self explanatory but believe me it blows.
Holes in my chest, but can one ever die twice?
I tasted my tears… I felt like an ocean gushed in my mouth and soon I found myself drowning,
I know this is disheartening but I need you to lend me an ear or tomorrow I might not having a pumping heart since everything had already taken away all my fear.

I feel dead, the typa dead that is so dead, death doesn’t begin to explain it so burying my sorrows doesn’t really justify the means,
To an end I am end and believe me I no longer see “and” to the story of me.

_Noms_

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