I didn't want anyone else to see,
The shadows inside that gnawed at me.
Until whispers grew like weeds in the night,
And the stories spread like wildfire's light.
Hungry ghosts fed on my despair,
Exhausted from battles that led nowhere.
Tired of breathing in air like knives,
Dying to give away my nine lives.
The perfect moment to vanish, just disappear,
When everyone left, my sky turned clear.
With no strength to muster or hope to fake,
The ties to my mask were about to break.
Yes, a stranger pulled me from the abyss,
But all they offer is a fleeting kiss.
"I'm glad you're alive," a shallow refrain,
Words like rain on my desert, in vain.
A scared little girl with nowhere to run,
Trapped in a world where love is a gun.
I begged for numbness, an end to the race,
To escape the labyrinth, erase my face.
She is dead now, like a ghost set free,
The frightened girl who was haunting me.
It was her or me, in this deadly dance,
I chose to breathe and took my chance.
So I killed myself, to be born anew,
In a world where skies are sometimes blue.
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Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry
PoetryCanvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and...
