Delusions of my Breaking Mind
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I heard that you're alone again,
I hope you'll be okay,
It takes every bit of discipline,
To not reach out and say,
That I have raging thoughts within,
For you to not suffer and to pay,
The hypocrisy inside of me,
Is fueled by different shards,
All of which I calmly see,
But disregarding them is hard,
We haven't spoken in some years,
Except the odd exchange,
To think I cried so many tears,
Yet still want good is strange,
Could I truly forgive and move on,
Or have parts of me been stunted?
The shadow lingers, weighs a ton,
And nothing I do will shunt it,
Life has these tricky ways,
To obscure meaning in average days,
Are these signs I see or just of kind,
The delusion of my breaking mind.