In the skies
Ruptured in the silence as sheer might
Like a weapon
That murdered the stars
In the night
Exposed in the silence as a whimper
Yet a roar
From a tortured soul
Bit by bit
I split apart
In the heart
Swallowed in the silence as a teardrop
Like a poison
That dissolved the soul
Crumbled in the silence as jigsaw
Like a million shards
From a broken mirror
All that is left is nobody
Who will pick up these pieces for me
In this confusing world, the self becomes incongruent.
Behind a face, can be a fractured being, confused
yet full of desire to be whole again.
Do you feel the same?
Sometimes, I cry in the night,
not knowing when I can be whole again.
Sometimes, I feel the hot tears down my face.
And I realised that tears are scars of the soul.
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