In english, we say, "I suffer in silence."
In poetry, we say, " The silence that fills the air is screaming the words I dare not say.. each word echoing, slicing through my heart like freshly sharpened blades.. constantly replacing the paper like band aids
For these wounds won't heal they fester and ooze being kept open by all of your 'i love yous'.. but I suffer in silence"
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Secrets of a dark soul
PoetryThis is a slow growing collection of my own poetry Alot of it is truama based so please read at your own risk.
