Nights are interesting, aren't they? For me, it is when I would dive deep into my ocean of thoughts. It is when the feelings trapped inside my heart for so long start to bury blunt knifes into my skin. And as the moon stands behind the clouds, it is when I can finally pour my hearts out. When I can cry until my tears start to run out. When I can scream my loudest screams. When I can grief without anyone knowing.
No one can know. What must they think of me? Weak. Vulnerable.
Nobody can know.
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Adversity and Bliss | Poems and Short Stories
Poetry"But what good does it do? Writing, I mean." "Darling, never let anyone tell you these are useless. Words can emit light into darkness while also pierce your heart like a sharp knife. They are more dangerous than any weapon to ever exist, yet they...
