The uncertainty trickles down,
Brown, uncontrolled hair wrapped up tight.
Like a murderer strangling their victim as they gasp for life.
Mind running faster than the internet
Going through a jumble of emotions
But not forming it into coherent words.
No amount of whimpers or whispers
Can reveal the extent of misery
My poor heart and mind have taken.
Bleeding wounds reopen,
No amount of stiches can fix my aching mind.
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The Unexpected
PoésieA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
