The memory was soft like silk;
A hazy film that covered my mind
Yet, a black curtain of sorrow
The fiery flames of orange embers fluctuate
The chilling scrambled eggs, slimy like mucus and tasting of remorse
I did my hardest to please by giving the best I had, depriving my sleep
The slight whispering of the voices in my head
Thank God I am no longer in that house
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
