My thoughts were slowly killing me
Like a rat eating at my brain
Like bullets from a gun
They puncher my resolve
In my futial attempt to feel nothing at all
My thoughts slash through the silence like a knife
And so I took the rat they called sadness
And I made him into the monster they call rage
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Poems for a Sad Heart
PoetryThis is a compilation of short poems for the sad soul that is simply looking for how they feel put into words.
