It haunts my thoughts. Everywhere I go. I try to escape but how can you escape a broken heart? I dream of the burning pain. The hurt coursing through my veins. Cutting deeper and deeper and deeper. Again, and again and again. Until there is nothing left but skin and bone. No more tears to hide no more feeling alone. Just numb ache in the dark of the day. The silence fills the room in a bad kind of way. I wish for the blood to flow. For my hand to tremble as my mind understands. Just what I have done. Why do I wish this pain upon myself? Revenge? Hatred? Attention? If it's all an act. If it's truly for the views. Then why does no one know? No one but you?
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I Wrote This At Midnight
PoezieI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
