Shattered souls wander endlessly through the streets
Each breathe, a silent scream laces into the crisp air
Each step, a whole heart crashes; cracks ; collapses.
Each second another scarred soul burdens itself behind bloody bars.
Cold, empty and bare.
It wanders...
If you believe for a second that you are alone then believe me when I tell you that you aren't, every single person bares their burdens, no one is nor will ever be 'perfect,' that isn't how the world works. All the demons we face, all the pain we feel will never be compared to the love that we share with another, we all need some love and I think that once we find it, our burdens will just...disappear.
And one day so will we.
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The Ways in Which We Think
PoetryA collection of poems, thoughts and outburst that I have written in hopes to reassure those who are unsure about living, each piece is about a certain aspect of my life and as a person who struggles with both emotional and mental health issues I wan...
