In the room full of people,
I imagined a room of silence.
Where everyone is talking,
Every mind is full of thoughts,
But their mouths don't utter a word.
I imagined that suffocating pain,
As I wrote in my notebook.
Because some thoughts just lie in my mind,
Thoughts that I can't speak but write.
I live in my mind,
Talking all-day
Expecting someone to come save me
Or at the least, hear me.
I cry all-day
With not a single tear in my eyes.
Maybe because there's no one to wipe?
I live in my mind
I wonder when will I get out this time.
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My Mind And Me
PoetryTime heals everything but forgetting is never an option . for me? . My mind speaks louder than I say , that's why I'm called an introvert?
