There's a
hole in my chest.
Looking into it leaves me
with unwavering fear
and unrest.
It doesn't go right through,
and I can do naught but lament
the fact that inside
there's only a whirlwind
of torment.
Fueled by the
fragility of my brain,
it tears me apart,
leaving me
barely sane.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
There's a
hole in my chest.
Looking into it leaves me
with unwavering fear
and unrest.
It doesn't go right through,
and I can do naught but lament
the fact that inside
there's only a whirlwind
of torment.
Fueled by the
fragility of my brain,
it tears me apart,
leaving me
barely sane.
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