My limbs fell off the ground
As my soul burns out
As if I was lying on my deathbed
With no one else around
Alone with my aching heart
And crying mind
With mistakes carved and marked
Deep within my skin, that won't unbind
No one knocks anymore
Just like how it used to be
No one asks for me anymore
Just like how I wish I could be seen
I want to hear some noise
But I'm scared it'll be too loud
I want to hear their voice
Not this darkness that lurks in my mind
I don't want it to be too loud
It aches and numbs
Is there still anyone out there?
That I can hold, that would care
Pls be kind
My heart is brittle
It can be strong at times
But it can break little by little
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
