dischord

he holds back his tears and tries to be a man the pain weighs heavily on his heart the sweet melody of his symphony has become like a painful dischord he battles with himself to define his truth too many voices of hope and despair make him weak his mind is about to blow his brain is melting surely fiction is better than reality the symphony of his hope wont stop playing beautiful rythms that assure him of better days it soothes him only for a moment it comforts him only for a second it would be better to hide from this pain he tries to fake a smile then suddenly he burst into tears the song of his demise gets louder by the second "love will never love you" he says to himself he wants to stop breathing.