Interest in me has disappeared.
Worlds of pain are inside of me,Another lost soul has forgotten my touch.No one really cares about the loss I've felt,Time cannot heal this fractured heart.
Left to find myself again,Others are refusing to see the true me.Voices inside my head scream lies,Empty words is all I am told.
The last stop on a pathway to the end,Opinions that are withered to the blood tips,Only the next one can heal me.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poezja"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
