I walk through a void alone and cold my thoughts race endlessly as I start my journey am I to believe I’m dumb or just bold.
The dark it surrounds me whispering my name the person I was seeming to be a memory as I replay my life all the hurt and shame.
Can you hear my cry as I scream for someone anyone to answer my call it echoes who will catch me when I trip, when I fall.
My mind traps me I am my own prisoner and warden why am I in pain why can’t I ask for help is there anyone to listen to help carry my burden
Reality escapes me life moves on without me as I stand stuck in one place my misery taking root can anyone feel me can they hear do they see?
Will I ever escape this hole this abyss of torture and sorrow the pain and rage fills me I can’t even breathe when will I see tomorrow
I just need someone to listen someone to care to love me to help set me free is this a cry for help or just another empty message that no one sees?
It’s dark and I’m cold maybe I just need to talk or to listen or just maybe just maybe I need to give myself permission.
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