WHEN YOUR SOUL GETS HURT

It feels like
Thousands of needles are puncturing your heart
But all you do is bleed
It feels like
Having tonnes of weight on your chest
And you can't breathe
It feels like
Screaming your ache out
But your throat is choked and voice is lost
It feels like
Killing yourself for falling for the wrong person
But all you do is
Cry and pitty yourself
It feels like
Being half dead with a mind full of tangled thoughts.
©pseudo_synergy