Whispers turned to shouts.
Silence turned to violence.
Days turned into nights.
And I was pushes out of the light.
"I'm fine"
Turned into washed up lies.
Authors note~ I'll be writing more again I just have been so stressed and other things.
Sorry!
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll 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
