My heart is beating,
The air flows from my lungs,
Yet I don't feel alive.
The tears flow,
The screams inside my head,
Yet no screams for joy.
I try and hold it in,
I try not to let it show,
But skin is only so thick.
The smile is fake,
That laughter hollow,
Why is it so.
Why does it hurt,
Why does my brain torture me so,
What is the reason.
I just want it to stop,
The thoughts from my brain,
And the feelings from my heart.
Why can't they just stop,
Cease to exist,
Finish.
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A Collection Of Poetic Attempts
الشعرAssorted poems written by yours truly. I'll try and add a new poem every week or two and we'll see where it goes from there. There's no theme to the poems just whatever is on my mind at any one point and inspired me to write.
