she get suffocated
by her own thoughts,
drowning into
melancholic waves,
gripped by her self doubts
the demons feasting
her soul,
she's choking in sobs,
heart deflating,
voices speaks during
her weakest hours,
she might give in
and be their prey
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
she get suffocated
by her own thoughts,
drowning into
melancholic waves,
gripped by her self doubts
the demons feasting
her soul,
she's choking in sobs,
heart deflating,
voices speaks during
her weakest hours,
she might give in
and be their prey
may you win this battle, brave soul.
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