the pain you feel is indescribable, unimaginable, and cannot be comprehended or understood. at least not genuinely.
can you say how you feel in words? oh, the agony it is to even talk about, let alone even think about.
of course you will stay quiet, but i don't blame you.
people tell you that "things will get better." or "you should be thankful for what you have," you are though.
there is void in your heart, an abyss that is far to big for light to spread across all of it.
don't forget the voices, the ones that scream so loud but you only have the ability to hear. the ones that tell you that your are worthless, that you are nothing.
but are they right?
no, no, no, shut up you don't know what your talking about.
you don't speak a word, and brush me off with a smile.
but i can feel the pain radiating off of you, because know this: i have it too.
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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...
