Bounce bounce
Up and down from high up in the sky, close to the clouds - to face-first into the ground.
Squeeze and turn rung out like a damp rag it twists until it cracks and breaks.
Pitiful crying and hopeless lying, your words cut like a knife but your tears melt my soul you’re really the end of me, huh?
My everything tenses and breaks as your broken wails fill my ears tearing apart my already wrecked senses.
9/20/2021
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My Inner Demons | ✅
PoetryPoetry- "Although the two of us co-exist now, as one - tomorrow could be a war. A war between us, against you... But we are you? Does it feel nice being torn in two?" Here- -for us, the broken ones. For us, the broken, betrayed, and hopeless ones. ...
