Buried Alive

It’s hard to be the one
who buries all the pain
Inside, and so far down
You say you talk too much
Until the voices in your head are gone

A room of spirits keep you locked inside
Painting a picture in your mind
And it’s different every time
They tried to earn your trust
But I can see through the lies

Stoic Poetry

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