It's like a darkness that has permanently settled in my heart. My happiness, my joy, seems to be depleted from my being. No emotions running through my mind. So, I just sit here waiting- waiting for something to happen- waiting for something to scream and yell about, until no noise is able to come from my throat anymore. Because, for a minute I can feel something other than nothing. But it's short lived. After that one minuscule minute, my anger is depleted like my happiness and my soul is once again bare of any feelings.
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Splashes on the Pages
PoetryI'm just pouring the thoughts out of my soul and onto the pages, hoping to leave a lasting impression like splashes of paint on a white wall.
