This is not a poem,
I really wish I could write one again.
This a sad echo,
from someone who is already dead.
I used to be better,
when that part of me was alive.
She was the one that understood my soul,
she transformed my tears in art.
But I killed her, _I killed me_,
and now I can't see through my tears
I'm drowning, but I can't scream.
I'm speechless.
_I forgot how to write poetry_
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
This is not a poem,
I really wish I could write one again.
This a sad echo,
from someone who is already dead.
I used to be better,
when that part of me was alive.
She was the one that understood my soul,
she transformed my tears in art.
But I killed her, _I killed me_,
and now I can't see through my tears
I'm drowning, but I can't scream.
I'm speechless.
_I forgot how to write poetry_
blah blah blah blah blah blah
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