I feel empty and dead. I can't get out of bed. There's an ache in my head and I can feel the colour red.
The clouds are whirling, curtains in the sky. I'm cut off from my stars and left to wonder why. I'm still alive. Alive. Alive. Because I just heard the clock strike five.
So much violence I cannot tolerate. Should I hope or give up?; the constant internal debate. I bite my tongue hard and I taste red. It shouts and shouts that I'm not dead.Glass shatters into a million pieces.
My hopes for the future wobbles and decreases.
They care about their wealth and authority
Which is simply selfish. Such a pity.
I see a million reflections glaring at me.
Bruised, angry faces aren't exactly lovely to see.
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Turquoise Emotions
PoetryI am trying to cope with my chaotic, hectic self. These are my late-night thoughts.