Sitting here on the mountain top as the world lay in front of me, ever so quiet and peaceful it made me numb.
They don't know i'm here.
They never had, never will see.
Tears replacing the smile.
The voices in my head went quiet as i unmasked myself but the chaos remained.
Questions gradually found their way to the answers...
It's inevitable.
Beauty that lies in pain.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
PoetryWe all have a part of us that the world doesn't know a secret that might never be out.
