falling through the clouds
that we say are the
tears of god, that appear
during those dark days.. where we
sit in silence listening
to depressed indie music
that flashes those haunted
memories, that made us
so vulnerable... leaving
us mentally and emotionally
distressed... because of thinking
that the good would
beat the bad but in reality
the bad beats the good...
leaving us in, a
sadistic mind state
wanting to feel that
last breathe that
you can't feel, while being entangled
by those twigs
that are sinking you
in drowning tears
of people the we love.
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Dark Days
Поэзияthose dark days where you just feel so alone and so bottled up..........
