A child contains raw, unending curiosities
Of the world, looking at supposed monstrosities
As no more than what is enclosed inside -
A scared soul, of soft heart trying to hide.
The world tests morality mercilessly,
Reducing it from permanency.
My heart shrinks, shrivels into crisp
Previous experience ruining bliss
It oppresses, holds hostage any sign of empathy
That fights against a cold expression of necropsy.
My heartstrings don't tug at the brain anymore
Lack of impulses that leaves closed the door.
It's maddening, how my heart became diseased
No better than hearts afflicted with CHD.
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"I'm staring, emotionless, into a pair of unfamiliar, dark eyes. I feel as though I'm staring at two eyes I've never seen before, despite the fact that I've more than likely looked at these eyes on a daily basis since I was old enough to reach a mirror"
- Colleen Hoover
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Silence in the Walls
PuisiThis is for those who lost or found their voices. This is for those who could and could not breathe. This is for anyone who is stuck or escaped the dismal abyss of all-consuming emptiness. This is a reminder; a representation of the hardships we co...
