dedicated to and to everyone going to through difficult times.
fifteen: victory with no survivors
there is no meaning to her sorrow
no cure for her wounds
they were made by her inner demons
in the dead of night she concludes.
her mind has become her unwanted prison
her thoughts, a deadly poison,
she years to escape from her own treason
but every escape is futile when she tries to reason.
years after, they have her soul trapped within her,
and in the darkness she fell hard,
hope is something that had never stayed,
long before her demons had come to reside.
there was no victory in this game of hers
she was a victim of her endless demons
why to try, when she knows she can't be freed,
of everything inside her she conceals?
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2 ; under the drops | ✓
Poetry― [poetry] ― ― de·sire \ di-ˈzī(-ə)r, dē- \ to long or hope for ━━━ ❝under the drops she tries, to hide her tears she cries, hoping the pouring rain, will wash away her endless pain.❞ ― a collection of dark poems. lowercase intended. ― book II o...
