The disillusionment
Gnawing on my viscera like a scrounger
feeling as if I have outlived my expediency
I need to sever the series of dire news, misfortunes and disappointments
I try some composition
Need to wedge everyone away
Then can I by no means get hurt
And maybe, just maybe I can conk out the vicious circle
You promised to be empathetic
Or so I notion
I need to be by my self
Completely in isolation
Then maybe, I can get rid of the dark cloud
That is hovering above me
Teasing me
Wanting to break me
I should scream,
But should I still get your image?
Please do not refute me that
And when I look at it
I can remind me of the promise that never was
Though so real in my essence
Am drowning
I need out!
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