silent battles are the worst kind,
we look at each other and assume we are fine,
the time is never taken to look behind our sad eyes
and notice we are dying
silent battles, ain't it a pain?
and now you know we are all suffering
behind the permanent worn out eyes, and painted smiles
written 1•26•17
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...
