The cold & familiar feeling of the pills filling my throat taunts me as I have to fight the urge to empty the remaining contents of the container into my mouth once again.
I shake the venomous thoughts from my mind, they pollute my mind as I try to regain clarity from the darkness that I've unfortunately had to call my mind.
Yeah, I'm still alive but the scars that we can't see, tend to be the hardest to heal. They seem to have a lingering hold within my heart & my mind. I know that I can't allow the darkness to consume me, so I will keep fighting.
-Mari
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PoetryThis is Book #2 #1 The Words That My Mouth Failed To Speak #2 Eccedentesiast DISCLAIMER you do not have to read the first book for this one to make sense :) My hands want to write. To spill the words from my mouth, the words that my lips don't d...
