cloudy views from the window,
it's foggy outside,
and there is no way if escaping,
locked doors,
bared teeth,
hard grip,
even from the outside i try not to show,
i try not to show through,
my heart is like a barren desert,
alone.
alone.
alone in this fight,
to live on for another night,
white knuckles,
and scarred wrists,
showing through the old memories..
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Don't You Get It? ✅
Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
