The noises echo through my head, will I have to go through this pain again? She is different, her words just flow. The noises she makes, the words she tends to create, they go through my brain and I feel the pain. The pain I mentioned, a severe outburst. Words not needed to be said- these are done over and over again. It's hard, you don't realize. This diction of fury, life isn't being tolerable. Stop breaking me down with these words, I'd rather the sticks and stones. I can eventually get over physical pain, but mental pain is worse. The scars inside seem deeper than a silver lined knife. Your words, they are deadly, the noises they could never caress me. The lies that come, and the spirits break- could you ever love me again? Instead of yelling and breaking me down all the time? Trying to not cry, swallowing deadly amounts of rum that burns my throat. It helps me cope through these hard times, but you still don't care in the end. Noises that kill the weak, and a face that could heal this heart. Make up your mind, decide what to do because I'm already falling for you. I don't wanna go, but you're almost like a villain. You capture your victims, make them feel pride, then slowly stab them to death inside. Love me back, stop checking out her- Love me, love me..I'm dying again, a break of time, and it'll start all over again.
(Lmao- here's something for @allofmulti !! my fave supporter of this book :D)
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
