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Losing the Battle
There are nights where I sing to my black and blues
Hold a smile on my face cause if not, they reveal
Bite my lips to stop the water
Hold my breath to hide the evidence
Only to reopen the box of pandora when alone
It's an endless cycle that pains me more
Hide the sorrow, only to find I didn't have to
Because no one cares
No one wonders
Yes, I'm normal.
But being normal doesn't save me from insanity
Inside my soul
Sometime it's dark enough to compare to hell
I hope to never cross the line
But day after horrid day I inch closer
I fear me conscious may lose
It sounds like a 'ritual'.
It sounds like a 'ritual'. Like when people make shrines in their homes for meditation or mourning a loved one.
"Only to reopen the box of pandora when alone
It's an endless cycle that pains me more"
As if it is a 'special time' for the writer. I guess the feeling that mostly comes through is 'I need my pain'. Many people do hold on to their pain. It's really pretty common. Nice write!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "