This indefinable emotion,
It taints my happiness
It forgets the pit in my stomach and attacks the hole in my heart,
Scratching It and making it bigger,
Longer wider and even colder than I was before,
The unusual backlash of my façade
I wonder when it will crumble,
I wonder who will be there to pick up the pieces I feel I will leave behind,
Even now I feel my heart rotting falling and only being torn apart quicker than before,
My demons have grown impatient,
They would like to feast on my soul now and the more I cry and try and hurt them the further they dwell into my heart,
Right into the whole making space by making the aching hole even bigger,
They swirl in the remains
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poems
Poetrythese are just poems my friend @browniesforall and I make in class so yeah enjoy
