beyond the mask of a strong character
there lies
the pained heart
the shattered soul
the whimpers
and cries waiting to be heard
but none of them lended their ears
now
here lies
on the surfaced stone
a cold body in terror
wanting nothing more than to be buried
but dead enough to live a life at the sickened world.
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unshared feelings | poetry
Poetryought to think about the things you said. was it true?
