Drop after drop
Silent screams
Slowly trickle on paper.
Letters. Words. Smeared like blood.
Pain pouring from my veins,
Coursing through every fibre of my being.
I sit here. Watching.
With vacant eyes.
Reality blurred into the unreal
Like paint. Melting into each other.
No boundaries. No clarity.
I sit here. Waiting.
For it all to seep away.
Drop by drop.
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
