The depth of the unsaid,
is often deeper than any word that could be spoken.
And the thoughts that are only in our heads,
are often darker than anything that could be put in the open.
The deeper the cut,
the more the words shall bleed.
But the tighter the stitches,
the more difficult the words are to read.
There are a lot of walls,
inside her mind.
And a lot of words scrawled upon the paint,
yet none of them could define.
The struggle she goes through daily,
until she finally breaks.
Invisible to the world until,
she finally goes insane.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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