No warning,
just attack my senses.
Anger and rage,
why does it haunt me?
Empty shell,
nothing left inside to hurt.
Nowhere to run
I can't hide from my mind.
Emotionally dead
bloody hell I wish I was too.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
Toko Bunga Pedurungan
5 years ago
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