• __reag 10w

    When did I become, the I , I am now?
    When did my poetry become only strangles of question , instead of metaphors?
    When did making up a fake dinner menu become easier then complaining maa an hour on phone?
    When did crying alone become easier than singing my favorite song sipping a cup of tea?
    When did watching wounds bleed become easier than ripping off bandages?
    When did falling apart become easier than glueing my favorite hairband my brother broke on my last day at home?
    When did noise become music and some voices whispers of monsters?
    When did watching people leave become easier than looking them in their eyes?
    When did mirror become witnesses of my confessions and a thousand eyes testimonies of everything wrong with me?
    When did climbing a cliff and deciding not to jump become easier than pulling myself from bed?
    When did an empty haunted house become more comfortable than a room full of them?
    When did naming myself happy become easier than explaining what made me sad?
    When did this place become a morgue,
    And I , a corpse locked in a freezing chamber,
    Dead with a beating heart and shallow breaths,
    Screaming to take me out?
    When did you learn to look away , after making me used to feeling of being the least acclaimed but most loved piece in the gallery of arts?
    When did Everything become a melancholy ?
    Describing dark prettier then Sunrays?
    WHY did I become this me, I promised I won't be again?
    ©__reag

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    When did watching wounds bleed become easier than ripping off bandages?
    When did falling apart become easier than glueing my favorite hairband my brother broke on my last day at home?
    ©__reag


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