Screaming out but never mind me.
Rattle my body and spare me the sympathy.
Possibilities taken from me.
Dreams wrenched from the cold lifeless bodies.
I'm dying here. Please don't take this away.
It's all who I am and have been,
so spare me. Where's the empathy?
Share your apathy for this please.
It's all there is for us. For me.
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Muse of Madness
PoezjaI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
