In silence he sits,
Yet screams his mind,
Sanity's crumbling to bits,
Fueled by thoughts unkind.
Voices screaming in his ears,
All the reasons not,
To let forth streaming tears,
For he fears being caught.
He wishes to fade away,
To be unseen but heard,
to be the wind that could sway,
Indifference to thoughts absurd.
Yet here he sits,
Exhausted before he starts,
'Does it matter if I quit'
Echoes in heart of hearts.
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