I sat down as I wanted to share
All my feelings in a written letter
But at an empty paper, I stare
I could not have described it better
Most days, I don't know what I feel
I can't put it into words
It's almost like as if I'm not real
This void inside me hurts
I pick up the pen and begin to write
The hollow words that made me see
I wish I was sad, scared or bright
But all I am is empty
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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...
