that is not me
an imitation of death has sat before me
eyes bloodshot and cold
it's not me, it can't be mei'm on the edge
fingers touching the lifeless clone
it's not real, it can't be true
that can't be me staring backevil overshadows my view of reality
every pain I've felt came to me all at once
i let myself down, i forgot to take care
not only my body but my mentalityi can't fix that; those shards of glass around me.
it's too much, too broken.
i just stared at what i don't want to be reality
but it's me... i'm broken
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...