She emptied her soul out
Only to fill the void
With thoughts that would shout
At all the things she once destroyed
She has echoes in her head
From the screaming loud and clear
The voices wish her dead
They make her want to disappear
Longing for the void she filled
While covering her ears
The loud thoughts had rebuilt
Her skill to let out silent tears
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
