Is it possible to breathe without air?
To see without light
have your heart ripped out and not die? No?
well then
I guess I'm dead
With everyone who crosses my path, I wonder
How long until they realise how useless I am
I will never forget
How stupid I look chasing this unattainable dream
These stars that I have
All shine in vain
I willingly hold my heart out
To anyone who shows me a cent of attention
It's all nice for a while
We're happy and my heart decides to beat again
Maybe it is different this time
And then the aftermath is me writing another poem
How many have I written
How many times has this heart been broken
How many times I've hoped for more
Useless little girl
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Midnight Chronicles
Poetry+- Sometimes the hardest battles are fought within. We all hide pieces of ourselves, but what happens when the walls break down? You can never hide forever. Pain can be a powerful teacher and often teaches us painful truths, pain never lies. In life...
