there were so many tears,
my eyes felt like overflowed rivers,
my cheeks the cliff faces of waterfalls,
they just kept falling and falling,
like rocks down a mountain top,
my knees had long since hit the hardwood,
my hands gripped them tight,
holding on for dear life,
life,
life was such a fickle thing,
one minute it's there and the next,
it collapses into the abyss,
life took months to give and seconds to take,
what life did i have left,
only my own now,
teardrops rained onto the floor and my clothes and my hands,
my mouth was screaming but i couldnt hear it,
my ears were closed off to the world,
from the world and its ugly words,
and its ugly truths of life and death.
A.N: Sorta a continuation of Mouths Speaking. Or a different perspective I guess.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
