The world is a cruel place when you're alone.
The echo of your tear drops on the floor make the loudest sound
Music is all your heart understands
With glossed over eyes you could try to escape into the arms of pity
But to what avail?
Even pity is temporary when it comes to company
Shooting stars are meaningless
Unless you somehow possess the key to life
Heartbeats are soundless, unless they're played through your fists against reality.
It's always painful going up against what you can't face
But making a name for yourself, adding a meaning to your life
Makes all the difference
the adrenaline rushes through your veins
In a way it helps, strength and speed is earned.
Sanity is lost.
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Poems By a Wallflower
PoetryThis is basically just as the title says it is, poems. But not just any, these are my poems. Though if you wanna submit a poem to my book then feel free to inbox me and I'll add it along with your name just below the title of the poem.
