HollowA Poem by boobalajcushionHoled in my room for days, I needed an outlet. 2015Hollow Vile parasites in my mind, Why can't all words just be kind? Dying flowers and bruising lies.. Tainted hearts and drowning cries. How can you sit for hours, Yet feel no time? Smile for others, But inside you cry. Haunted soul, sallow eyes.. Dead dreams and nothing nice. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
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2 Reviews Added on July 30, 2017 Last Updated on July 30, 2017 Tags: depression, anxiety, mental health, poetry, poem, metaphors, metaphorical, society, life, love, happiness, sadness, rain, dark, psychology, psychological, eyes AuthorboobalajcushionBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaAboutI'm a creative individual who typically starts something and wanders to the next project, leaving an unfinished trail of chaos behind myself. Hobbies in this area include literature, poetry, singing, .. more..Writing
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