My thoughts are ever familiar,if only they were more greener.I close my eyes and hope to find a sweet memoir of my past.
Each time I do so,I wake up a dead wound,a dead pain,I had longed promised my self never to remember again.
That feeling is torture, torture that hurts so much,but yet,feels so good, amists those painful thoughts.
It still reminds me that I was one with you,I loose my breath with every that rolls down my face.
I Try not to remind myself of those painful thoughts,but fate continues to find a way to keep washing them up my shores.
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pain poetry
PoetryIts my life story documented in small words,its nothing but an endless siege of depression and sorrow.
