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The echo of my tears,
Is the loudest sound,
The cracking of my heart,
Its song never to be found.
The pressure builds inside my head,
As laughing voices taunt me,
Telling jokes and told you so's,
Asking how I could not see.
Clearly I have fed myself,
Delusions of a chance,
A chance that never exsisted,
Fueled on raw hopes.
I see for myself how wrong I was,
And never will again,
Allow myself this peaceful bliss,
And glowing treat of hope.
I should have listened to the voices,
And accepted the ugly truth
This bloody mess remains to be,
The everlasting proof.
Reality has hit me hard,
And I dont stand a chance,
My hazy vision clears,
My perfect denial broken.
I sucessfully subdue my cries,
My heart ripped wide open.
I see it now,
I told myself,
nothing but,
A Beautiful lie...
Is the loudest sound,
The cracking of my heart,
Its song never to be found.
The pressure builds inside my head,
As laughing voices taunt me,
Telling jokes and told you so's,
Asking how I could not see.
Clearly I have fed myself,
Delusions of a chance,
A chance that never exsisted,
Fueled on raw hopes.
I see for myself how wrong I was,
And never will again,
Allow myself this peaceful bliss,
And glowing treat of hope.
I should have listened to the voices,
And accepted the ugly truth
This bloody mess remains to be,
The everlasting proof.
Reality has hit me hard,
And I dont stand a chance,
My hazy vision clears,
My perfect denial broken.
I sucessfully subdue my cries,
My heart ripped wide open.
I see it now,
I told myself,
nothing but,
A Beautiful lie...
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Wow, it's an amazing poem... I love it!!