I began talking to myself at night.
I began talking to myself to forget all of the pain in my soul,
To mend all of the tears in my heart,
To feel.
I began talking to the moon to bask in its might,
How does one shine so bright,
Without putting up a fight?
I began talking to the stars to remember,
Each star reminds me of a time of my life,
And how I could have made it right.
I began talking to the universe to understand what it holds,
To be stable with all of those problems is beyond bold.
I began talking to myself to assure myself that I was alive,
Because sometimes, I wish I was in the sky.
I began talking to myself to save my broken soul,
From the hell that beholds.
I began talking to myself at night.
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Poems
PoetryJust a little book of my poems :) I usually write these to get the things out of my mind, so expect some dark stuff!! I don't know if these will be up forever, so enjoy!
