"My cheeks are stained with my hearts tears
And my skin has been touched by something that left an unhealthy design
My pillow is soaked in sad thoughts, and my stomach has gotten so small it's almost close to beautiful
Somehow,
I have marks on my neck from the words the world strangled me with
And my walls are painted in screams and cries
I've been told if you stare at them long enough, you'll start to hear them
So don't tell me that everything will be ok
Because even the sky knows it'll never be a bright blue for me again
And I'll die in my own colourless storm."
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
