Falling, and crying
Losing, and dying
When will the torture end?
The tears fall
D
o
w
n
I'm slipping
Yet grasping
I'm failing
Yet trying
The tears prick my eyes
Slicing into my heart like shattered crystals
It breaks
So quickly
Becoming tiny bits of ash that blow away in the wind
Will the pain end
Before I break?
Or will I cry into the void
Forevermore?
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
