Who am I?
No. The correct question is: 'Who am I without you?'
You don't know it, but without you I was so lost.
I felt alone, even if I was surrounded by a lots of people.
I felt that I missed something, something that was part of me.
Something that I could't found anywhere.
I was the indicted and the witness of my own crime.
I missed all the things that you did to me.
The good and the bad things.
I commited a mistake.
I left you, when I never stopped loving you.
You came back, but i don't want to lose you again.
Stay.
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Have you ever been too crushed to cry?
Lonely, hurt, and unwanted,
screaming the unfairness to the heavens
in the silence of
your soul?
Why?
The pain is a treacherous well-
If you look at it too closely
you could fall in
forever.
So you deny. You defend.
You built a wall, a fort.
You stock the battlements with fierce weaponry.
Boiling pots of sticky bitterness,
Sharp spikes of anger,
Archers with jaded eyes patrol the walls.
The hurt is kept at bay-
or so you think.
You forgot that pain is a liquid thing,
not an advancing army to be fought
or stopped.
So it seeps in through your stone walls,
employs your bitterness,
ignores