She acts sane through the day,
Bleeds in the dark.
She wails as she welcomes darkness as her only true friend,
Invisible to the world.
She let the blaze and ropes rent a place on her arms.
They sank and drained her soul,
They killed.
They ran around her,
Blocked her dreams.
She lives a hopeless life,
She no-more has a heart,
She breathes fire.
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The monsters in me
PoesíaPainting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. Poetry portrays your suppressed sentiments.
