I have these moments where as I can't help but hear my own heart breaking. The sudden chaotic crash of melancholy cuts through the peace of my mind. Then I am drowning, drowning deep within an overthinking mind, deep within the vivid details of murder and infidelity; deep within the part of me that aches for this torturous love. I am ashamed of how broken i truly am.... ashamed of how many pieces of my heart have broken free... so this sadness in me builds and I continue to drown; I'm ashamed to be drowning, ashamed to be in so much pain... so I'll smile, until the next time my heart breaks again.
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The quiet journey of a loud mind
PoetryJust a thoughts from a person with a shattered heart and a broken mind