Your silent war,
Thumbs for ammo
Fingers shot,
Blood is brought,
Feelings clogged,
Gagged and knocked
Unconscious of actions
Actions taught
By tormentors.
Demons.
Chained to anxiety.
Sunk under depression.
Gasping between
Realities.
(Hello fellow readers! This is Adam! Sorry for my absence but I'm back! I'll be taking over for Clark since he is going through another road block right now. That's all, goodbye!)
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
