#nopoint
I’m not happy.
I want to cry and crumple.
To scream.
But where is the point?
The day is the same, the air remains and the birds still screech.
So I stay silent.
No voice given to the devastation inside.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
*I've lost my pieces,
they're scattered all around
I've lost my pieces,
and they're nowhere to be found
I've stopped looking,
there's no point wishing...*
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could someone piece me back again?
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC