"It's all in your head" said the echo of silence.
You were the most beautiful lie I have ever believed.
This ache of feeling dwells inside me.
It claws my soul from the inside of me
You can't see my scars
They don't show on my skin
No, this torture is all mine
Deeply buried within.
I dreaded the day.
My psyche mourned for the night.
The breathing became slow and the world became a flash of light.
I fell into the bottomless pit of dark
I held my hand for help
But nobody took it.
I heard myself screaming, struggling
But nobody listened through it.
They only know the physical pain as the world went by..
What they don't know is how we emotionally die.
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Soul Of The Darkest Hour
PoetryDo we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in t...
