I scream, at my pain.
I can't,
I won't,
face this pain.
Nothing, Nothing,
will kill this pain.
I don't want this pain.
But this pain is all I know.
Where ever did I get this pain
that has a home in my soul.
A pain only I know.
My own kind of pain.
My perfect pain.
So perfect, only I can feel it.
My blissful pain.
I scream,
at my pain,
because it is the only
thing that hears me.
It is the only thing that wants me,
it is the only thing that knows me,
it is the only thing that accepts me.
I don't want this pain,
but this pain wants me.
And it keeps pulling me,
haunting me,
whispering it's existence in my head.
I scream,
at my pain.
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Litutu - Literature by Tutu (Complete)
PoetrySo after the posting of my short, romance story, I was asked to make a poetry book. After much thought, I have decided to give you one after all. So here you go, Literature by Tutu. For all the dreamer and believers. For the broken and hopeless. Fo...
