Everytime I see,
The spitting image of myself
In the mirror
A walking empty shell
A reflection that's missing
Inside of me
Like a riddle
That can never be solved
Everytime I see,
The spitting image of myself
I'm a killer
Of my own happiness
A reflection that's missing
Inside of me,
I'm a puzzle
That can never be whole.
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My Silent Screams (on going)
PoetryPoems of unsaid thoughts and feelings. This isn't really well made and I just wrote this from my heart. This book is filled with just little pieces of me that I write down to somehow find comfort and shelter to my vulnerabilities. These are the emot...
