Once, I was asked
What lie behind the thoughts they see as masked
I know nothing but my delusions
These voices I hear
These faces I see
Telling me to look at my window
Where a man stands and peeking through my emotions
Most nights I have trouble sleeping
Clock's ticking
Time's fleeting
But in my world it seems endless
I feel hopeless
Someone's out to get me
Another voice I hear
I should kill myself, she says
I drown these voices with a blaring music
At war with nothing
Nothing is real
I just wanna go home
But where is home?
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Felt a gun pointed at the back of my head
I will make you dead, she whispers
I pleaded with my life
She chuckled mercilessly
I heard the gun as she pulls the trigger
I fell to the ground, life no longer
I woke up from a voice calling my name
But no one was there.
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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...
