What breaks me isn't the stress,
Or the forever torment of "What if."
It's always been something hidden deep within me.
Under all this flesh and bone.
It's the thought of being left behind,
And the empty feeling of numbed pain,
That breaks my mind and taunts my anger.
It's the darkness within my mind,
And the beasts that claw against my hold.
The feeling of hopelessness,
The loss of a soul,
Tears that fall in the presence of those I love...
These are all the things that break me.
They break me beyond repair.
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Broken Poetry
PoesiaJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
