Break
She breaks
falls to the floor
there's nothing left of her
but a shattered soul on the empty planes of space
she cries cries out
but no one is around to hear her
no one would care anyway
she screams
her wails echoing through the corridors of my soul
i breathe
i must control it
i can't let her break through
she pounds at my chest
threatening to break out
but i mustn't let her
it's to dangerous
her rage will kill
those tears will scar
her words will infect you
and bring you down
but i can't let her out
not here not now
i wont let her win
she won't break through
i wont let you se this side of me
i dont want to put you through all that turmoil
she will hurt
and i dont want that
i'd rather suffer on in silence
that let her break through
and take you with her to the firey depths of hell
She wont win
not today
or tomorrow
or ever
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