life is a nightmare
and I want to wake up from it
I want to end this suffering
it is horrifyingly melancholic
pity chooses my path
fate is cruel to my soul
everyone around starts to laugh
when I'm on my knees to fall
my pleas and voice are worthless
but the darkness hears my cries
it knows but I am unheard
my face wraps itself with lies
all the secrets I've kept in isolation;
they do not see what I've hidden.
all the sadness and redemption—
life feels like a never ending burden
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loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
