I bled my heart out just for you. My lungs broke down in search of you- for us- for what we had. I love you. I loved you. But where are you now? I'm screaming but everything seems to be muffled. Where are you? Because I need you. I need you right now. But all I can see is myself. Tell me what to do. Tell me, is it too much? Am I too much? My eyes are bloodshot. But they're open. They're searching for you. My pillows are begging me to stop screaming. They're telling me that reality would be far worse than my nightmares. I'm trying to stop. But I'm haunted by your ghost. I know how much you wanted this to end. But I didn't know this is how you wanted it to end. I was always here for you. But now you're another lifetime away. I pray the angels guide you, but angels don't go to hell.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
