Blood red eyes, dried,
Burning from suppressing
Tears that were built for ages,
Yet flowed never.
Pale lips, chapped,
Mumbling something.
Words, thoughts, built for ages,
Yet came out never.
Flaky hands, rough,
Blood oozing drop by drop.
Nails digging into the palm,
For actions that came out never.
Blood red eyes, dried,
Pale lips, chapped,
Flaky hands, rough,
A, for ages, suppressed soul.
I wanted to grab her hand,
Help her out, soothe her pain,
I saw her standing in front,
She was my reflection in the mirror.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
