​Am I too weak?

I haven’t been able to dig out the key

Silently yelling through pale limbs

Running away with pockets full of rusty coins

Am I alive?

Sunlight sneaking past my torn mind

Wooden puppet is being eaten by fire

Its cry travels faintly through the crackling

That makes me laugh

All these feelings leaving me untrue to myself

My door jammed

It won’t budge even after I scream my regret

Help me, I’m trapped

By my own cruelty

Still trying to find my shape

Despite all these feelings

Despite all the shrieking faceless

The whispering mouthless

I try to catch the right voice

Among all the soundless

My skin, colorless

My presence, figureless

I am purposeless


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