Was it you? 
Or was it I?
Who first released the cry.

Seeking help, 
In a broken world
A stranger to hope.

Lost in endless doubts
of what to do
and who to listen to.

Trusting no one
Not even myself
Judgments distorted.

Paranoia takes over
Mind games being played
Crying out in vain.

Once again.
Like every other time.

When can I see
past my desires
and what actually is reality?

Every time I try.
I lose myself.
To fear.

And it starts
all over again.

Will no one hear me?
Will no one come
to save me? 

From this quiet
I'm driven to madness


The End

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