Loud, Disturbed, and Bothered
Why can't I ever get any peace..
Nothing but emotional breakdowns and my forced fake smile...
When will this agony end?
All the drama and lies.. I can't stand anymore of it..
Then I close my eyes.. I close them and go to my happy place. The place where that special person resides sometimes. But this time they aren't there. Its just an empty room, cold and dark. Just how I like it.
I'm alone. My thoughts have silenced. All is quiet and peaceful and its bliss. Out here.... No one can bother me..
My body hurts more here but my heart doesn't. So I allow the pain to escape my body through my screams. Out here I'm not disturbed and I'm not disturbing anybody.. Out here.. No one can hear me scream.
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When She's Gone
PoesiaThis is just me doing poetry :3 Warning. If you don't like sad poems keep scrolling. It isn't all poems tho. I may come here just to rant. Or write something random. Lol lots of love to my readers
