In the middle of the melancholy
Perceiving the algid of obscurity
Searching for a way,
How to bury this agony.
"𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱!" She keeps on screaming
"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦!" She's begging
Until she can't find her voice,
Her voice was also taken by chaos.
"𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶!"
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰."
"𝘊𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵!"
"𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵!"
I wanna disobey her order
But I'm afraid that she'll hurt me—in anger
I killed myself the way she want too
And now, let me help you
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬
𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥– 𝙣𝙤𝙬!
𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤
𝙂o!
One, go hide!
Two, "𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰!"
Too bad, You didn't hide,
Now, she's already at your side, smiling at you.
STAI LEGGENDO
Releasing The Prisoned Thoughts | Short Poetry
PoesiaAs a reminder, this book does not support any form of self-harm. All of this is solely the result of the author's emotions, imagination, and what I observed in my environment.
