the void inside keeps growing.
whereas, the tears had stopped building.
thoughts keep getting in the way,
but what am i supposed to do?
i can't even use my words to explain.
when did i reach this point? look,
as seconds constantly turned into hours,
the more i concede it's endless.
it's better to not resist it before
it devours you and leave you helpless.
before i knew it, i'm pondering again
yet at this moment, it's unusually empty.
i hate what my sanity is declaring,
it isn't true, right?
almost getting the hang of it
but can no longer keep up?
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The Scars Inside Me | Poetry
PoetryIn life, there are triumphs together with pain and sufferings. I've acknowledged that fact because of the scars, you've left, inside me. They are the proof of my existence and persistence after years of struggling, just to to be the person, I am, t...
