We know they've been seen,
Yet we remain silent.
In this world,
We must not let our inner demons free,
At the cost of keeping soulmates,
And the closest of friends.
They know that they've been noticed,
So writhe within our souls,
Painting our minds,
With the oh so familiar,
Yet not quite comforting,
Colour of the abyss.
We pick and scratch,
Pull and claw,
At every inch of skin,
To rip the feelings away.
Yet,
There they remain,
Only becoming darker,
Our suffering only empowering them.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
