ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ, ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ
"
These sleepless nights,
these exhausting sleepless nights.
I go through death everytime I try closing my eyes.
I'm holding my breath,
hoping to make my demons dead.
Trying to open my mouth,
but I can't make a sound.
My heart pounds eleven times faster,
I try to say the words
and it ends like a disaster.
I'm not going to give up my life to the devil,
although I'm drowning,
the water reached my head level.
Even if I would be full of cuts and bruises,
I will show the devil that I won't get on my knees so easily but I'm so weak.
I'm not even able to make a sound when you step on me.
I can't even speak,
without the devil letting me be free.
The devil, named me.
"
- 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑎
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The dark before dawn
Poetry- to the people who let the rain fall on them even when they have their umbrellas. after the sun has gotten down - during the dark before the dawn, the world is so silent but so loud at the same time. A collection of poems/thoughts/short stories of...
