I feel as though I am drowning and hatred is the water
the saltwater that is clogging up my lungs
forcing its way down my throat
inprisoning me, killing me, burning me from the inside out
but it is at the same time the fresh water
it cleanses me,heals me, fuels me
it sates my burning soul
I crave it, I use it as a weapon, a tool
but once it drives all the salt water out
I am still left with nothing but
water.
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Whispers From A Caged Bird
PoésieJust some poems from one trapped soul to another. IMPORTANT: Since my words are already censored in real life, I will not be censoring them here. I made the rating for everyone but beware, their will be mentions of some dark topics that may trigge...
