You can lay there in the silence

Pray it all goes away

Pound your fists into the pillows

Thinking about all you didn’t say.

You refuse to look at the momenta’s

While you’re feeling the pain

Berating yourself

For being you again.

It’s okay to get angry

Nobody can tell you it’s wrong

You had it all in your hands

Now you no longer belong.

You’re back in your abyss

Detaching, becoming numb

Sinking into the solitude

You temporarily escaped from.

RaenellDawn

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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