To the pain inside my head.
Why do you stay? Why don't you leave like everyone else? What's in it for you, to see me suffer from the images you create. Do you enjoy the taste of the warm salty ocean that floods my eyes? Do you like it when I believe your lies? They say I should be grateful that my brain at least works. But how can I be grateful when all my thoughts are lined in the pain you made. I'm loosing my mind and each day hurts more than the last. But I keep smiling, keep pretending. Because their words keep piling. But I am grateful for the pain in my brain.
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Midnight Thoughts
ŞiirThis is my first poem that I wrote on wattpad and I named this "Midnight Thoughts" because I write all my poems at midnight. (I know, it's strange.)
