Dead eyes
dead in the eyes,
i pierce your soul;
you look at me
but i want you to go.
every time a soul passes by,
all i wanna do is scream and die;
their lives go past me like it's okay,
but my breathing has to pay.
for this crowded room's a hell,
the people in it; im not feeling well.
im surrounded by hawks
their voices are shocks —
i feel them in my bones and soul,
every second there's a new hole
in myself, i have to contain;
i don't want them to feel my pain.
Category: Thoughts
All author's poems: Cîrlig Ana-Andreea
Date of posting: 28 марта 2023
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