The silence screams in my ears.
I cover them
But these hands are made of glass.
I break.
The bright darkness is all I see.
I close my eyes.
But these eyes are made of the sea
I cry.
The emptiness fills my heart
I breathe in
But these lungs are made of dust
I collapse
The warm coldness fills my veins
I give up
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Words I Never Speak
PoetryTW: Some poems handle mature topics. Be wary before reading please.