" I dreamt that I could feel again everything was sunny and fresh but woke up to the rotting numbness.
It took me a while to realize that what I saw was a dream.
All I wanted was to get up, grab my remedy from my secret box and use it again till I couldn't remember what I saw.
I wanted to cut so deep until my room was filled with blood that you could smell from outside.
I wanted to die, mom.
I want it all to end." she screamed pounding her chest again and again
"It's empty everything is gone. it's all gone. There's nothing in here and I need your help. I don't know what to do to make it stop" she choked out her voice thick because of the tears she was trying to fight.
"I need you back." She whispered to the sky and then there was a loud sound before she fell on the grass her eyes open but unseeing...
that was when the whispers of love
became the whisper of the farmed.
~BeNelly~
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Dark passion
PoesiaThe pile-up ecstasy Of the unknown. The beauty of my pain. This is a collection of the poem that illustrates that there is light even in the darkest of place. The is beauty even in pain so live it and live a mark.
