Hush, hush, hush my dear Annie,
You can let go the river of tears,
I know you're terrified of the screams,
Just close your eyes and don't look at the scene.
I often wake up from a nightmare,
In the darkness of the night,
I was left alone out of nowhere,
And with no one in sight.
Memories that are still vividly remembered,
They wound me and I have trembled,
Left with the miserable reminder,
I wish the world gave me a life a bit kinder.
I crave for the things I could not have,
Some things I wish I had,
My heart quietly aches for those who are blessed.
The gods did not heed to my request.
When will this wound heal,
because it always feels like it's bleeding,
I don't want to feel anymore,
Will I ever get better? Or will I bleed forever?
- aanijian
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Sentient (Scars)
RandomThis is not a story. It's about what I experience, perceives, and observe. Grievances that cannot be expressed all the wounds caused, are all here and read, not just about myself but for others as well.
