I drowned in my thoughts last night
It's not that deep? Right
Wrong.. now my hands are covered in ink
I've spent all day at the sink
But I can't get the words I could never write
Out from under my nails.. though I try with all my might
So I will be haunted by my pain
For as long as my unspoken words remain
For how many lives could I have saved
With these cries on my hands.. I've dug new graves
And how many kids could have understood
the things I could have said if I only would
These thoughts will never end
If the ink stays on my hands.. all from a broken pen
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Depression At Its Best
PoesíaThis is a book of poetry... honestly I can't really give a description for the fact that I write poetry based on what I'm going thru. Hopefully you like them and hopefully you can relate. Please please vote and comment♡♡♡
