Inner hurt

Don’t get me wrong, this is not an escape but mire of an instructional manual, a mirror with cracks and reflection.

Afraid to let my tears run, with all that pain deep within me.

That slow burn waiting to heal, tearing at you with feathers loosing their frame.

You think you are such a heavy weight, at the end of the day you want to walk away.

So you have forgotten that all this is an illusion, wake up from this nightmare.