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I am encompassed by the gravity of the earth
Drained and unable to break free from what pulls me down
I cannot seem to float away from what anchors me to the depth of sorrow

My tears flow releasing the pressure that has built up in my soul while
You stab me with looks of pity and anger
But these very drops of tears are the only thing which ironically waters my being
That which allows me to grow and pull away from that dreadful hold you have on me

Nobody knows of these tears.
Nobody sees past this smile
Nobody acknowledges any sort of clue or hint that very seldom escapes my lips

My pillowcase is the only one who hears my cries, comforts my pain, and eases my thoughts
Time has yet to heal my wounds
It solely fuels the fire that chases after me, burning at my heels

What shall break me free of this misery and despair?
Of this burden and strain.

I long to be released from this bubble of reoccurring pain.
To become lost into the sea and drift away from this hell.