I'm shit scared of what's beyond the silence of my heartbeat.
Silence is cruel, it wraps around me like a heavy blanket, blocking everything but the voices in my head. I remember the day he said I'm unlovable, I remember the day he brushed his lips against my cheeks and bruised my heart, I remember feeling my heart break inside my chest and I remember crying on the floor for hours, I remember feeling lost. I remember hell gates breaking loose and reforming itself in the cracks of my broken heart.
I'm shit scared of what's beyond death, I know, but it sounds a lot less torturous than the silence eating me away here.
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Suicide Notes
Poetry'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
