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 and for once the darkness was comforting

i used to be scared of the dark, the stillness, the silence

scared of the monsters who hide in the fringes 

 the silence in my mind coupled with the sound of my bleeding heart

the darkness always signified be act of being alone

abandoned

unloved

you were my light in the darkness

extinguished  

the sound of dying rain 

but ive learnt to dive into the darkness

the peace

learning to live in my own thoughts and sometimes dying by them

the darkness used to be a reminder of the empty space you left

but now it was the place you last existed 

the darkness reminds me that you were real

 

maybe all of it was. 

 

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 the sound of my bag is loud as i place it on the floor

the chair legs scream as i drag it out from under the table

 if you would only look at me, you would see how tired i am

but life isn't about me

it never has been

 forever the footnote of someone else's story

fading into the background

a half written story

an unspectacular character

i sit on the chair, its cold and you dont even look at me before handing me another box of stress

i work so hard for things you take for granted 

so hard to make things happen

somehow you havent figure out that everything we have isnt just by chance or from luck

my ears ring loudly

 my skin is hot underneath the anger that burns like the pressure of a tidal wave on my lifeless soul

im struggling to breath and you cant see it

im fighting for breath and you dont hear it

just silence

silence and the sound of my soul dying.

the sound you sing to

the soundtrack of our lives

you dance to the eb and flow if this soundtrack of horror

breathing in and floating on every note

the beauty of it, the melody captivates you

the sound you wish would never end

its your favorite song

the peace, the panic

the sound of my slowly dying