They don't mend the broken scars.
The anguish becomes consumed--
Supressed by bitter agony.
It buries this malicious secret
Into an oblivion of whispers.
Cradled by apathy,
The resistance becomes faint,
Demanding hollow sanity,
Ripped desperation and worthless misery.
The suffering shield shatters--
Revealing insecurities within
But ceasing to reclaim another lost soul.
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