“ The facade of other is dwindling. But it never loosens for long. ”

Every day I feel like my world is about to fall.

With every voice and laughter, I could be scattered.

It’s scary honestly.

To hear your own vanishing.

Just like broken glass shimmer the ground.

With the blood of my vein brightly lit.

Turn ice cold as I stand frozen from shock.

Have you ever felt the scatter of your own heart?

Or the voices of one own plead?

Everything is on deaf ears.

Or it’s probably just me.

Eyes that move but never speak.

Criticize to judge but never polish.

They truly never speak.

I guess they fear to be devoured…

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Original : 02/29/016

Rewrote: August 6 2018