I was never designed to be a harbour for hatred.
Regardless of damp pillows and the sleepless nights
In the end, all I ever blamed was myself.
I painted reds into a bright green
And let the idea of change become universal
But still, I question why I have an empty space
In the place where my heart should freely beat
What runs through my veins is no longer warm
In fact, I don't think it has been for a long time
All I know is, I'm still healing from words that cut through strings
And people I thought I knew and the closure I never received.
All to keep reliving this same exact moment
Where I finally understand that people will always find a way
To turn you into someone you never thought you'd be.
Hatred? It has never played a part in your progress,only your downfall.
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Silent Mind
PoetryA collection of poems, prose, maybe short stories. Heartbreak, loss of self, grief...
