There's a voice,
That doesn't mean much to the world.
Because of that it's merciful pleas aren't heard.
They're drown out by the darkness.
The Darkness is the voice's enemy,
It's never helped.
No, it has done far much worse.
It has manipulated and lied.
It has controlled the voice for so long.
The voice has no idea,
What it will be like without it.
What it would be like to be heard
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Written From The Heart; Processed by The Mind
PoetryPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
