Inner thoughts


Somewhere in these dreams of mine,
There is a sort of deadly kind,
Of memories of past and time,
Where deathly smiles are free to shine.

There is a darkness in the air,
No one else seems to care,
Only I know exactly where,
The line between unjust and fair.

The tears cried for many more,
My heart aches, thoroughly sore,
I hate this to the very core,
I cry as I stare back at the closed door.

Not much left to think about,
When no one hears my lonely shouts,
I am left to my self-doubt,
Alone, and honestly wanting out.

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