Silence burns my ears
A drop of a pen is a sound eruption
A bang of a gun had pierced my ears
To dwell on the past
As clocks tick with no meaning
And rings perice the veil
A call can be the end
Torture the pain a gun to the head
Nothing to do now
All bordom I can see
Take me out of this pain of serenity
the hour has fallen like they said
The light perices my eyes
As the pain subsides
As hope of time
But every minute no longer fly's
Take me out of here
It's driving me insane
The endless thoughts problems scream
Out of me is silence a peace of serenity no word spoken
But inside is where hell has awoken
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secrets of the truth
PoetrySome person have two sides one that smiles and one that cry now this is the truth of them ***PS*** If you are against self harm and/or suicide don't read (poems and 1st person)
