Love isn't real
Only in a dreamers eyes
So give me time to heal
As I forget your lies
My wounds aren't visible
But they feel physical
And now I feel myself turning invisible
Take me to the hospital this is critical
Because I felt myself falling
And once I awoke I was broken
With the voices calling
Yet no words were spoken
And here I find myself
Abandoned by all
When the only one to balme is yourself
For being as fake as a doll
As I feel everything inside me die
My body feels numb
And this demon I try to pry
As it whispers to come
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The Darkest of Days {#WATTYS 2015}
De Todo{Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - RUMI} {I believed I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be the poem- Jamie Gil De Biedma} Poetry is what you really feel deep within your soul. It's the word...
