Those Blanks

I don’t feel shattered
But beaten for sure,
The limits almost crossed
Of what I could endure.

It wasn’t a laugh,
It wasn’t a cry,
Just enough of those
Faintly spoken lies.

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Hollow acts of compliance,
Fake filters of reliance;
The promises they made,
All ended in defiance.

The things that happened,
I now think must’ve had;
For how’d this bit of epiphany,
Have gotten in learnings to add.

Calls just when in need,
Else no care if I bleed;
And everytime’s the same,
The same cycle repeats.

For this pain there’s no balm,
Of care there’s a dearth.
Everyone just goes like that,
None estimates the worth.