Broken And Tied

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Have you ever felt completely broken?

Like your made of fragile glass.

Grasping at the small pieces you caught as they fell.

You sit waiting for it to pass, but it lingers.

Everything you want to say, remains unspoken.

You feel like your hands are tied.

Yet you still keep trying.

Eyes sting from crying.

Relying on the strength you have left.

Feeling like your slowly dieing.

Dealing with stuff that just makes you confused.

Seems like you lose everything that you need.

Doubt feeds insecurities.

Building up your fears.

But you say nothing, just remain quiet.

Always the same reply, "im fine."

Your mind and heart riot.

Each feeding you another line.

Swallowing it all, nearly choking on your inner fear.

Each thought provoking more doubt.

Your agony shouts in your head.

Fully alive, but feeling dead.

Words left unsaid, circulating in your head.

Thoughts written on paper.

Read, then ripped to shreds.

Have you ever felt completely broken?

Like your made of fragile glass.

Feeling like your hands are tied.

Blood from the broken shards mingle with tears.

Doubts seers inside.

Words unspoken.

Left in the darkness to hide.

Left in the darkness to hide

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