cries from my soul are poems
echoing beauty, tainted with sadness
hollow words, empty being
my body ruining my mind
my mind ruining my body
trapped in a void of self-hate
longing for the key to escape
a wilting flower, kept alive only by the raindrops escaping my eyes
on the cusp of existence.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
cries from my soul are poems
echoing beauty, tainted with sadness
hollow words, empty being
my body ruining my mind
my mind ruining my body
trapped in a void of self-hate
longing for the key to escape
a wilting flower, kept alive only by the raindrops escaping my eyes
on the cusp of existence.
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