I can feel my blood boiling as my heart tears itself down . I can feel my eyes watering as it tries to find the reason behind it all. I can hear the voices in my head debating like a bunch of politicians in the chairs of a parliament. I can hear them break, I can hear them break the chain of hope I got in this tiny soul.
I don't think I can handle the pain no more. I don't think I have the courage to stand any more but I'll fight till the end, even if I turn to ashes of grey. I'll scream and cry , I'll kick and punch but I shall never let the voices win inside my head.
For once they rise, I'll go silent till the end of my time. So I hope you don't let them win, I hope I outrun them this hopeless time.
Daleth_4
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Midnight Poetry
PoetryWelcome to "Midnight Poetry" It's a simple poetry book that contains all and random poetry topics. It's nothing special and hopefully not so bad either , I'll let you decide which one it is. Thank you and hope you enjoy the book.
