Desperate times
Desperate measures
That's what they say
But they don't know
How desperate this is
How the darkness won't fade away
How the slender hands of my demons
Crawl on my bed, clenching my throat
Suffocating me until I'm gone
Pulling me into their world
They don't know the desperate screams
That haunt my dreams at night
Keep me awake till the rising of the sun
They don't know the longing inside
For the ability to run and hide
They don't know
What desperate is
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
