How hard will it take,

to get out of this fate?

All those smiles that I fake,

I was forced to create,

Just to let them know I’m great,

even in this bloody damned state.

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These bonds that I wish to break

I wish it was a piece of cake.

Even though my feelings were at stake.

All those friendships I make,

will I abandon for my own sake?

The escape is a poison waiting for intake

.

What ever did I do wrong?

To be in here all along?

Trying hard to be strong,

and even persevering,

to be everything

as someone to their liking

.

I’m an antagonist in the making.

Their thoughts I’ll be altering.

How long have I been wondering;

why am I still breathing?

Am I even deserving,

to be in this pain I am feeling?

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There’s something in my brain,

immense pain causing a stain.

If ever I may cause a scene,

I’d still wish for your happiness to remain,

our sufferings may be shackled in chain,

and pray for our efforts not to be in vain.

“We live and breathe words...but writing them down makes you escape into new worlds. Only those who write would understand.” -April Mae Monterrosa