Tumisang thabile ngenda2022/07/12 10:42

i laugh with people who don't know

The damage they create in me

Cuts of Infinity and deep

Wounded open flesh.

Ice cold shattered heart

Makes painful art

Art of a thousand scattered stars

To wounded scars.

Dry cold laughter's and smiles

Yet wet, bloodshot eyes

With an oozing heart

Stone cold shriveled conscious.

Still standing finding fake peace

Trying to take things at ease

To silence all my demons

And stop talking to these voices in my head.

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