I saw it in ruins.
I saw pieces of flesh, halves of hearts, pieces of heads.
I saw in ruins the world I took the time to build, the world I built with so much happiness, so much love.
I saw the fallen leaves, torn memories—I saw it in ruins.
This world that was a part of me, that made me smile with a true smile.
This world I created to feel good in a world that wasn't mine.
This world where I wasn't judged, where I could open my heart, where I could speak freely—this world where I shared everything.
They are all dead, and I only saw their corpses... My smiles, my moments of happiness, my memories—in short, me.
They died, and they took with them the tiny living part of my heart, leaving it in shreds.
I was mad with rage and wanted to end it all, but there was nothing left—everything was already gone, everything was already in ruins.
Yes, I came, and yes, I returned. I pretended as if nothing had happened, but the truth is, I am as empty as it is—I am as empty as this room.
I no longer belong. I am as ruined as it is.
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The Ghost We Left Behind
PoetryIn a world where shadows intertwine with memories, my past has cast a heavy pall over my heart, now securely locked away in an unyielding chest. I wander aimlessly, searching for something elusive-an unrecognizable figure or a flicker of hope-but t...
