"nothing's the same anymore
the sky isn't blue
food doesn't taste like much of anything
and I either sleep too much or not enough
no songs can compare to the emptiness in my stomach
it's like my heart is breaking all over again
and I just wish you were here to catch me when I crumbled
but now it's just like I'm endlessly falling into a pit of nothingness
and I know ,
nothing good will be at the end"
-r.b
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Morning whispers
Poetrythe second adoxography. (Midnight wonders pt.2) I write to take the hurt off my heart, even if it's for a split second When the pen hits the paper, I have something to share the pain with I write to feel alive So that I can say what I want withou...
