walking alone on the path, as the thrones pierce my skin blood drips down my body.
the words from music being my comfort and my mouth for mine do not exist.
I run in circles as if I sit down time will be ahead and everyone will grow up.
I started painting with color but it ended up black and white no matter the strokes.
my head filled with thoughts that clink to existence but drown with ink.
waves crash under my feet sweeping away I give in without a struggle.
the mirrors shatter as I try to find who I am, the shadow clinking to my feet.
the taste of salt rolling down my face staring at the ground as the rains pour down.
my throat from those unsaid words my breath coming out short.
running around trying to catch but fall short every time when I do who are you?
together bound by friendship but drift apart because of insecurities.
walking alone, no plan in mine going day by day it's alright it'll get better.
I put on my mask showing no emotions, I'm okay, right?
the ground cracks vines dragging me down I stop struggling
maybe it is for the best
why? they ask
because I ended up alone
there are no more pieces on the board except for the pawn
the one alone watching everyone fight
walking alone on the board
hoping for a person to find comfort in.
Walking Alone gets tiring.
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Words that speak from the heart
PoetryI have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
