Your words are like whips that leave lacerations on my soul
The tears that were foreign to me now greet me everyday
A dry laugh escapes me as i succumb to darkness
I am a demon in my own mind and i plead for oblivation
But my case remains unheard and i drown in the sea of apathy
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A/N: The previous one was too short so I decided to post another. Hope you guys enjoy!
YOU ARE READING
From Within
PoesíaSometimes 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...
