Rooted by Depths of Despair

Rooted by Depths of Despair

The depths of despair run deep,

Through my veins to my soul.

My facade is what I let you see,

The truth of who I am disgusts me.

I can feel the world, twirling around me,

Passing me by with each breath I take.

I feel rooted in place unable to move,

Planted in the ground like a tree.

I raise my arms high,

Wondering if I can reach the heavens.

Listening to the loudest sound, silence

Which rules my existence.

No one can see, I will not let them.

Shame is my heaviest burden,

I cannot even admit it to myself,

The truth about what I have done.

My true nature is shown to me,

Through sprout and decay, which follow me.

I am encircled in darkness when I allow

The facade to slip through.

There are moments I am in,

Deep within my tortourous self.

Having a two-sided conversation in my head,

Never concluding anything.

I continue to rot in the damage,

It is my creation, no one else is to blame.

I can get out anytime, right now,

I do not want to.

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