It is 12 am and I am in tears
My mind is taking me places I do not want to go, the pain builds inside me swiftly like a river that flows endlessly.
Mind errupt.
Memories flood, of the day pain swallowed me and kept me in the core of its womb, tears flow down my cheeks, surely I am never meant to be happy.
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Broken inside
PoetryWe've all been through the worst in our lives, we've all cried at a point of our lives but it is always up to us, at the end of the day we get to decide how we want to express our pain. Broken inside is a poetry book of a girl who is shattered, a lo...
