"When it turns all dark shades of black, up in the wide sky, with the sunshine all gone and the roads all empty, with everything hugged by the silence, I feel the anguish wrapping its strong arms around me as if I'm its shelter, its one true love.
I inhale the cold winter breeze, slowly feeling it reach to my heart, not below, not above.
There it all starts!
The rackless beating,
The ragged breaths,
The shaking limbs,
The shivering lips,
The flodded eyes,
The heaviness of my chest,
I find myself miserable, sinking in the melancholy.
My tears start to flow as they finally get their freedom after being ensnared in the cage of strength, tracing down slowly.
My mind wanders in search of all the deadly pieces of memories to attack me real hard, to let me feel the pain, to let me find the gloominess hiding in the skies.
And ohh so gracefully I fall into the trap of my demons, as seconds, minutes and hours pass by, I fall into the sweet embrace of sleep by the lull of my cries."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
