by: Evania Batara
At the brink was where I stand
The walls I build shattered
Mist was the air I breathe
Wind was the hurt on my chest
Look at me
Isolated in other’s happiness
Pleasing for forgiveness
Noticing the pain
Strangled by the souls
Look at me
Screams are the silence
Whispers are piercing
Stares give no attention
Voices shut the light
Look at me
You said I’m nothing
You said I’m torn
You said I’m vile
You said I’m temporary
But look at me
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