Life Beneath the Skin
It begins with a touch of despair
Traveling solemnly... quietly
Aspiring he who do not care
Hiding, anxiously awaiting silently
He is blind
He cannot know
No one draws the line
The world simply flows
He ask for a touch
But he cannot feel... inside
Living is too much
Will dying have a guide?
He hear whispers whispering
Thoughts to never be
There is life beneath the skin
No one can ever see
“As I close my eyes... I imagine
Living a life... living a dream
It wasn’t easy, neither was it hard
Simply a no one asking what....
Voices, I hear... they speak
Choices I fear... I’m weak
Yet... I’m unable to convey what I’ve heard
Whence given the choice to choose words
To only say... to only listen
Oneself in total synnnification
Will I listen?
I’m just as broken?
It begins... with without a care
Quietly...
Beneath every skin laying bare
Silently
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