The only word that I crave,
The only thing that I can't keep,
The only thing that I want and need.
The darkness swallows me whole,
It brings me to my knees.
"Help"
But you never listen,
You never cared,
When I needed you, you gave me your back.
"What is wrong with me?"
You won't answer.
I am sinking.
The only thing that will help, that will end it all,
The only thing that will answer my call,
Silence.
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PuisiSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
