Nothing here is in hyperbole
But you wouldn’t understand
Untill you are
Words are decivers.
Never stick when you need them..
I find myslef awry
Alone surrounded by anxiety
A feeling only one can feel..
And the tearing of the heart that people cant see as real
The pain and ache that steers like a rusted sword
For even in the pain I can feel the uneven creases of faithless time..
And in that pain
I prefer to chose numbness
I prefer to be weak
And chose not to ever trust again