10.4.2021
In the quietest moments,
Even the white noise makes me crazy.
The low humming and buzzing,
Whispers of darkness entrancing me.
The sudden urge to break open my skin for some control screams out at me.
Heart pounding with adrenaline, hands clasped tightly onto each other to stop the shaking.
Sometimes I forget that this is temporary because it feels as if it could go on like this forever.
My own personal hell.
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Beautifully Scarred
PoetryBeautifully Scarred is a collection of poems or prose that highlights the hardest parts in life that not everyone is willing to admit or talk about. It is a safe place to crack open the most difficult and raw experiences to showcase that you are not...
