Desolate the Sentiment

Tumbling, freefallingthrough a dark bottomless piteverything is silent but loud at the same timeI can hear their angry meaningless wordsbut they are worth nothing to me Everything is starting to be worthless to mebut at the same time everything is meaning so much more Tired, sick,of the pathetic lump I amof the bitter brat I am soon to become Even the words I say fall upon my ears and make me sickI want to drown it all outbut the more I wish for things to fade they become clearer So I keep freefalling, praying to reach the bottom

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