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The Edge of Pain
In Shadows Deep
In shadows deep, where silence breathes,
A whisper curls, and darkness weaves.
A moment’s slip, a fragile thread,
The pulse of life, a thread of dread.
The world outside feels far away,
Lost in thoughts that lead astray.
A storm within, an aching heart,
Where hope and sorrow often part.
Here, the weight of silence bears down,
In a crowded room, I wear a frown.
The laughter echoes, a haunting sound,
Yet in my chest, despair is bound.
The Call of Sorrow
A fleeting thought, a whispered plea,
“Is this the path to set me free?”
A blade of glass, a jagged edge,
A silent promise, a binding pledge.
The sharpness glints in the dimming light,
A siren’s call in the depths of night.
With trembling hands, the choice is made,
A dance with danger, a masquerade.
Each cut a story, each scar a sigh,
A fragile cry that questions why.
The crimson flow, a fleeting release,
Yet deep within, there’s no true peace.
The pain, it swells like a rising tide,
An inner battle, nowhere to hide.
With every slice, a moment’s grace,
Yet shadows linger in this dark place.
The Shattered Mirror
Reflections fracture, truths entwined,
In every wound, a piece of mind.
The pain a paradox, both sharp and sweet,
In every heartbeat, a haunting beat.
I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
A face of anguish staring back at me.
Eyes that glimmer with unshed tears,
A canvas painted with hopes and fears.
Yet in the hurt, a flicker glows,
A yearning hope that gently grows.
The scars tell tales of battles fought,
Of lessons learned and battles sought.
In the depths of sorrow, I begin to see,
The shadows are parts of what makes me me.
In every wound, a story spun,
Of battles lost and battles won.
The Silent Struggle
In crowded rooms, I wear a mask,
Yet inside echoes the hardest task.
To battle demons that claw and bite,
To find the strength to seek the light.
I walk through life, a ghost unseen,
Carrying burdens heavy and mean.
With every smile, a price is paid,
For every laugh, a pain delayed.
The nights are long, the thoughts...
In shadows deep, where silence breathes,
A whisper curls, and darkness weaves.
A moment’s slip, a fragile thread,
The pulse of life, a thread of dread.
The world outside feels far away,
Lost in thoughts that lead astray.
A storm within, an aching heart,
Where hope and sorrow often part.
Here, the weight of silence bears down,
In a crowded room, I wear a frown.
The laughter echoes, a haunting sound,
Yet in my chest, despair is bound.
The Call of Sorrow
A fleeting thought, a whispered plea,
“Is this the path to set me free?”
A blade of glass, a jagged edge,
A silent promise, a binding pledge.
The sharpness glints in the dimming light,
A siren’s call in the depths of night.
With trembling hands, the choice is made,
A dance with danger, a masquerade.
Each cut a story, each scar a sigh,
A fragile cry that questions why.
The crimson flow, a fleeting release,
Yet deep within, there’s no true peace.
The pain, it swells like a rising tide,
An inner battle, nowhere to hide.
With every slice, a moment’s grace,
Yet shadows linger in this dark place.
The Shattered Mirror
Reflections fracture, truths entwined,
In every wound, a piece of mind.
The pain a paradox, both sharp and sweet,
In every heartbeat, a haunting beat.
I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
A face of anguish staring back at me.
Eyes that glimmer with unshed tears,
A canvas painted with hopes and fears.
Yet in the hurt, a flicker glows,
A yearning hope that gently grows.
The scars tell tales of battles fought,
Of lessons learned and battles sought.
In the depths of sorrow, I begin to see,
The shadows are parts of what makes me me.
In every wound, a story spun,
Of battles lost and battles won.
The Silent Struggle
In crowded rooms, I wear a mask,
Yet inside echoes the hardest task.
To battle demons that claw and bite,
To find the strength to seek the light.
I walk through life, a ghost unseen,
Carrying burdens heavy and mean.
With every smile, a price is paid,
For every laugh, a pain delayed.
The nights are long, the thoughts...
