There are lots of killers
Everyone has them
They thrive in your head
They are bad mind fillers
They tell you that your not worth it
Or they tell you to give some of your killers
To the people around you
They scream in my head
And maybe yours too
I may call them something different from you
They may be just thoughts to you
Poem by 》ShenySwim
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Our Lost Words
Poetryif the world didn't understand the feeling of being drowned by your sorrows this book will make them understand the feeling of being pushed deeper into the ocean the feeling of having wings, but not being able to use it ~by @chosynswim
