They think I'm psychotic.
Unstable.
This is her breaking point.
Breathe in breathe out.
Already at the edge.
Fragments of me
Put together by thread.
But if one string pokes out of place.
In a second she'll fall apart.
Without a trace.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
