i lay curled in a ball,
waiting for the tears,
to thrash and fall.
nobody knows the pain
i feel, the thought torture
what more is there to gain?
it was ironic, really.
i was the epitome of disaster
the pain felt through years, ideally.
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Stay strong, loves <3
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
