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Why speak of words that will trouble the souls of whom I love dearly?
Perhaps some words are better unsaid
I hear the devils in my mind tossing those words around and slamming them in to my skull as if they're made of steal than just fragile harmless letters
It's such a mystery to me that there isn't even a crack in place .
When it actually feels like every bone within me is shattered
Oh those words.. To keep them all locked inside is slowly breaking me apart
I want to scream on top of my lungs
Yell at this cursed life that has chosen me to suffer
Have I done something wrong to deserve this torment?
How can I redeem myself?
Or have I already been sentenced to suffer forever alone?
Great wonderful amazing things perhaps only happen once in a life time
I feel like I'm warped in pleasure for not having to believe in that fairytale anymore
Yet it kills me everyday not to believe in such a thing
As more time goes by the more dead I become
Speak out loud, raise ur voice, and will be here to help you. We will listen
Those kind words I hear spread a smile on my face and places extra cracks on my heart
A smile for how I wish it was that simple
To listen and help without any damages that could come along
Cracks on my heart are a reminder that no one would truly understand the shape, the deep structure and angles of how my castle of agony looks like
Why speak of words that will trouble the souls of whom I love dearly?
For sometimes I believe ignorance is bliss
Perhaps some words are better unsaid
I hear the devils in my mind tossing those words around and slamming them in to my skull as if they're made of steal than just fragile harmless letters
It's such a mystery to me that there isn't even a crack in place .
When it actually feels like every bone within me is shattered
Oh those words.. To keep them all locked inside is slowly breaking me apart
I want to scream on top of my lungs
Yell at this cursed life that has chosen me to suffer
Have I done something wrong to deserve this torment?
How can I redeem myself?
Or have I already been sentenced to suffer forever alone?
Great wonderful amazing things perhaps only happen once in a life time
I feel like I'm warped in pleasure for not having to believe in that fairytale anymore
Yet it kills me everyday not to believe in such a thing
As more time goes by the more dead I become
Speak out loud, raise ur voice, and will be here to help you. We will listen
Those kind words I hear spread a smile on my face and places extra cracks on my heart
A smile for how I wish it was that simple
To listen and help without any damages that could come along
Cracks on my heart are a reminder that no one would truly understand the shape, the deep structure and angles of how my castle of agony looks like
Why speak of words that will trouble the souls of whom I love dearly?
For sometimes I believe ignorance is bliss
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Hey there,
Prettyflour here on behalf of 
with the critique you requested.
You've written a very emotional poem with powerful statements throughout. A Solid poem. On a more constructive note, I would love to see this broken up into stanzas- to help create a stronger cadence or rhythm.
I hope this is helpful. Thank you so much for sharing your words! 