It’s there again, isn’t it?
That tug inside of you
When the pain gets too much
You feel the wave crash into your mind
Sometimes you think it tastes almost salty
Salty, like the tears you’ve shed
Like the blood you’ve spilled
Run your fingers over the scars
Just to remind yourself that it’s bad
How many times have you heard it before?
Lectured as though you’re some delinquent
Shocking that they still have the nerve to ask
If you’re okay
You’re tired, is all-
Too tired to fight your demons tonight
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Amazing(Not) Poetry! :D
PoetryMost of this poetry is pretty dark. And if you're someone who can relate to the darker poems, I hope they help in some way. If not? Good. Keep it that way. And I hope everyone can find some enjoyment in at least one of my poems. They're all spawned...
