My head can't hold what my hearts been told,
There long fingers are dead and cold,
There gloomy voices whisper my name,
Sometimes it feels like life's a game,
No good deeds to kill the shame,
The voices call me from the shadows,
I try to fight them like battles,
They haunt me like your name,
I hide the sorrow and the shame,
Sometimes it feels like life's a game,
No good deeds to kill the shame,
How do i hide this haunting pain
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Poems and Short Stories
PoetryPOEMS AND SHORT STORIES All i write, i write from my own head, will publish more as soon as i write them, usually write them when i'm depressed, upset, sad, mad, or have a strong since of emotion.
