Inner Peace:
Something that either my inner mind
Never wanted to introduce
Or just a singularly that it wanted
To reduce
Memories:
Something that comes at random
Less predictable than the wind
Riddled with hidden scars
That aren't willing to mend
Anger:
A part that's remains from sight
Buried, forever locked up tight
Trapped in a holding cell
It's own personal site
Frustration:
In things that may or may not happen
Direct inwards instead of out
While keeping a distance due to
Wanting to shout
Fear:
More like acceptance at this point
Failure never seems to disappoint
Always arriving on time
Like some predestined crime
Damaged:
Probably since the day of birth
An inner issue that's nothing new
Pain that won't fade, never flees
Only chooses to remain
Broken:
Whether from self infliction or outside stimulation
At no point has life felt like a vacation
Continuously in a constant state of self misery
Welcome to my mind, my life, this is me
Kind of feels like I'm sightseeing
In a graveyard
Almost like no one's left
And the entrance was barred
It doesn't feel like anyone's here
Did everyone leave out of fear?
What happened while I was gone?
Was there a war?
If there was
I didn't get an invite
Was it a short lived battle
Over in one night?
I know I've been away
For a couple of years
But I don't even see a single trace
Of past one's tears
I know I'm not one to talk
I just can't recall names
The people who chose to remain
May have decided to rename
How many people are still left
From back then?
How many even remember
The name Sin?
Is there a chance that
Any of those people will return?
Or did they say fuck it,
Let the place burn?
Hopefully that's not the case
That people still visit this place
It'd be nice to talk to people again
That's if they still think of me
As a friend
Well, I'm done venting for the night
I'll try to keep my inner voices from sight
Maybe this time I'll remain
As long as I'm still somewhat sane
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