My breath constricts under the endless weight of the unknown.
The emptiness I feel only becomes more hollow with every dying sunset.
The somber blues run through my veins and I struggle to stand on my own.
The constant drowning of my own voice causes strife and sadness within.
All the pain you have caused,
Only tells me how little I mean to you.
The belittlement is your poison
And I, the victim.
I know how I feel is but a small stone in your way but I can't help what I am.
I must speak against
For I am nothing to you,
And you are nothing to me.
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Unspoken Words
PoetryIn the labyrinth of human emotions lies a treasury of unspoken words - the silent echoes of sentiments left unsaid, the whispers lost in the cacophony of life's chaos. "Unspoken Words" delves into the hidden recesses of the heart, where poetry inter...
