I wanna be heard but why are my words mute?
I wanna be seen but why am i invisible?
I wanna leave a mark but why am i always forgotten?
I am just a speck in this world but can't specks make a difference ?
Am I just to fade away with the wind?
Nothingness consumes me and it holds me captive
I hold no identity and I seem to be falling apart
I still scream but then again my scream is silent...
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PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
