It's the end of the day
And she is as lonely as ever
Lurking into her monstrous thoughts
Ones she desires to sever
Yet somehow those demons in her mind
Know just what memories to bring
The ones that she can't seem to get over
The ones that truly sting
It's as if her mind is murdering her soul
Over and over again
Wondering when it is going to stop
Oh God please tell her when
She is left apologizing
For the mistakes others have made
The ones taken out on her
Oh how she truly is afraid
She shivers at the numbness in her brain
The white nothing pulsating in waves
The drowning feeling of static
For it hastily enslaves
Enslaving her ones happiness
Her identity has long been lost
She desires to atone for mistakes
But desperately at what cost
So here she entertains the numbness
Found deep within her heart
Racked into her brain is without hope
The desire to restart
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
