She sits alone in a dark room,
Sitting by candle light as it flickers,
Off her face. She stares to the walls
Watching her demons dance gracefully.
Amoungst the dark is silence.
Every word screams in her head.
Sentences drag along her eye lids
As tears or truth runs down her,
Face, hers is red, eyes swollen
And heavy as the tears stop she
couldn't possibly cry more she just
has to learn to accept pain.
She was forced to soak in the things
She couldn't accept and had
To sit in it. She was forced to
Feel the pain, of "goodbye"s.
Forced to feel the pains of
"Im done"s, "who cares"s,
And "Lets break up"s.
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The Power to Change What Insane People Believe
PoetryThis is a bunch of my poetry compiled together, the name may change as my "stories" continue. Ive built all of thes off events, pain, and other things I can not control