A hollow inside, I feel within,
A broken heart and a tattered skin.
I stretch my hand, but nothing to reach,
Bound within the walls, that silently beseech.
The darkness that surrounds, swallows me whole,
Scattered are the fragments of my soul.
Has my life always been this way?
Or is it my mind that leads me astray?
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
A hollow inside, I feel within,
A broken heart and a tattered skin.
I stretch my hand, but nothing to reach,
Bound within the walls, that silently beseech.
The darkness that surrounds, swallows me whole,
Scattered are the fragments of my soul.
Has my life always been this way?
Or is it my mind that leads me astray?
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