Performance
I want to cry.... but I ran out of tears.... I want to scream... but I am without a voice, without an audience, its just me... myself... and I, the voices in my head telling me I mean nothing, that nobody would give a damn if I were to just vanish, that everything I care and do are pitiful attempts at happiness, an endless cycle of torment I want to end, a stage turns out to be a cliff, but I can't jump, there is a hand holding me back, a hand made up of my own delusions into thinking I can help people.... including myself, the curtain begins to close as the lights dim, but the performance hasn't even come close to ending, as the stage of life is always wanting for another effortless struggle, another chance to make the grip loosen until the hand finally lets go.... the show must go on
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