These words bite like teeth into an already broken mind, for these words have been used to tear down a previous wall and these precious pieces fall and these empty eyes stay blank.
Loneliness has become a friend, a shield as words thrown like daggers try hard to reveal these emotions inside that force one to realize they are not worth these short shattering breaths from inside these shattering walls of willpower watch how they fall and crumble, with a soft mumble of, "Not good enough."
Not good enough for laughter over coffee in the afternoon, but enough for cold water at 2am, in an empty room that feels like the inside of one's mind at night when they lay awake and fight these words like daggers that fly and how is one supposed to get through the night when theyre not good enough.
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Poetic Relapse.
PoetryA place for me to write poetry whenever it arises in my lungs, when I have no air to scream these words that haunt me into my days and night
