The loss of someone is like a stab to the heart,
Getting deeper with every single breathe and step I take...
Feels like I'm back to being a child lost in his darkened mind thrashing about to find a firmiliar face,
The tears that fall freely from his eyes scarring them with flashbacks from when they were
alive and happy
Is a haunting nightmare taking a tole on his mind,
His smile has never been more dull and his soul never so tainted,
So what's next for his journey?
To get up that next morning and pretend like he's ok?
To get through all his classes with the newly imbeaded scars in his wrist stinging with every single touch,
No,
You may think that but you're wrong,
He's going to dance with his demons and listen to the music that escapes
His mind to fill the paper
With more lies of what he feels
Inside.
To take that step and grasp the hand that is in the sky and take that leap of faith to be in their arms once more,
To smell their scent once again and to feel loved like before
To cleanse them self of the dark past they left behind to bask in there new one.
All that takes is one bullet and a trigger to pull...
Will he take it?
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
الشعرAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
