make it stop

stop it. stop it all. stop.
stop the silence, 
the numbing feeling,
the thoughts driving me insane,
stop the flat line that is somehow called my life,
stop that constant note, 
make it dance, 
make it pump, 
just make the flat line stop.
make the loneliness stop.
the distant looks, 
the fading smiles,
the crumbling heart,
stop it all,
make the unhappiness stop.
make it stop.
make me smile,
make it full,
make it last, 
just make the unhappiness stop.
but don't ever stop.
don't stop being me,
bring me back to life,
stop this stranger that people are claiming to be me,
stop her,
she's not real,
she's not true,
and oh please don't let her be forever,
make this fraud stop.
make all that she brings to a stop.

sarcasimish

VT

YWP Alumni

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