Is the voice in my head my own?
I can't separate the parts of me that want life and warmth
From the part that feels this world has no meaning.
Which one is me?
Do they exist together
Or are my darkest thoughts like an intruder in my home
Breaking in to steal my happiness
Until I have nothing left to give...
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Feeling after Midnight
PuisiLate night thoughts and poems. Leave a like and tell me what you can relate to. 🖤
