I asked if she was ok but all she did was whisper...
She sits in the dark staring at the door
tears of darkness flood the floor
her eyes pore into the depth of souls
The voices they whisper like blood from her ears
Her mind is a funny thing
For its been broken for awhile
Maybe that's why
the screaming voices always seem
so loud
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The Poets Heart
Poetrya collection of poems that i have written based on my life ~author note ~ please be respectful and not steal any of these
