I've always thought that I loved silence;
That I loved being alone.
But truth is,
It kills me.
Leaving me alone with my thoughts
Is one of the most dangerous
Things you can do to me.
You see,
My mind is an open battlefield.
Insecurities and fear breaching in
At any given time,
Digging up wells in my heart,
Creating deep craters of hate.
Leaving my heart to fight it off,
But oh how weak and fragile I am.
My heart doesn't stand
Much of a chance.
So when I tell you that I wish to be alone,
Please don't let me go,
I'm begging you.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
