found poetry
(Colors by Day6, Voices by Stray Kids)
Cold voices covering my ears,
block my way,
I can't see anything,
trapped me in darkness and tortured me.
I'm so tired,
there's so many voices in my head,
making me dizzy.
Holding out my hand,
there's no answer.
I can't feel anything,
running out of breath.
Don't try to change me,
just stop it now,
it's noisy.
My world that had spread black,
filled with scribbles,
deep ocean,
dry land,
it's in my head in a deep tunnel.
Voices that torture me,
swallowed up the stars,
deceived by those words.
I don't care anymore,
I wont lose myself.
Don't wanna get hurt again,
go away.
Step out of them voices,
cover my ears,
no more, no more.
No voice,
stop.
Hold out your hand,
color me like that red sunset,
save me.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poésiea collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
