The new wave of nausea sets in with a familiar ease
Grounding the pain in something real
Burning like a wildfire that never ceases
Sitting in the bathroom, sobbing on the floor
It just keeps hurting more and more
Drowning in the ocean of falling tears
Wrenching on the floor, shaking from the cold
Brings back memories that once were pure
Now distorted and twisted with nightmares and fear
But the longing is the worst of them all
Constantly missing, wishing you back
Before things went bad
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoésieA 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.
