The window to my soul is
open like the goal that I
want to achieve towards
but my mind swirls with the
thoughts of true utter pain.
How come I feel so numb?
Yet I feel everything at
the same time of feeling
like I am a crumb that is
brushed aside and not worth
the effort of being truly loved.
The window to my soul is
being crushed by the outside
world that keeps crashing apart
and nothing can stop this hell
that I am drowning inside of.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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