Stop screaming,
Stop talking,
They would say.
Did they want me to stop breathing too?
To fade into darkness,
Till they find my body motionless,
Dripping salty water.
'Why did they want me to stop all?'
It's all I hear,
Filling my head with stops,
Pushing my demons as the push me,
Into the darkness of the night,
To the comfort of hanging off at the edge of a cliff,
Until I let go, finger by finger.
'Are you happy now, I have stopped all?'
-diana 🌹
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
Poetry"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
