Screaming voices in my head
Warning me my path to thread
Thinking's not good for my health
But the cold's too much and there's no sheath
Pain's whispering in my ears
He has my soul and there's no end
There's no sword to fight my fears
I feel alone even when you're here
Hurt like a neglected child
Tears so fine it'll make you cry
Left all alone in the wild
"I'm fine. Really."
But the Vultures know it's a lie.
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Poems that consoles the soul
PoetryA soothing remedy for people having any forms of depression and individuals suffering from the pain of one-sided love.
