I never knew people could turn into monsters. It was a matter of time, really, before I found out. Living in a world of ignorance is never a good thing, but if I had stayed in that numbing state of ignorance, would I be happier? Smile all the time? I get it, you think I would be hole. You of all people know that I am not hole. To be hole, all the emptiness would have to vanish. To fill up. In order to have scars, you need to have healed first. But how am I supposed to heal when I know I am simply broken? You can not, in any way, try and sell me dreams. For I, have already walked through nightmares. Little did I know that they never leave you. Little did I know I was living one. Just one lost soul, in a city of all the forgotten.
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My Broken Wings
PoetryI don't even know anymore. Take a swim in my horrible head. If you can escape it, good for you. I know I can't. I'm just a miserable nothing (Some stuff will be poetry and others will be very short stories. The poetry is better then the stories b...
