My heart was mourning agony,
My screams were pretty high,
muffled by the hallucinations,
Surviving from the lies.
My eyes were pouring rain,
My blood has no red,
Showing the rage.
But its blue,
Taking a darker shade,
Of just numb and nothing new.
Its been a while
Me being this way
I still wear that curve
Everyone believes anyway!
:)
-Anushka
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PoetryWhen you feel on one understands you and you are someone you don't know - you write. And when you write, you realise how relatable you are to a number of people. ❤️ Searching of something relatable? Just read and let the words tell you, you ain't al...
