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Questioned mind...
I walk through the haze.
As I die through my days.
Doing the motions you wish to see,
do you ever look at the unseen?
Did you taste the rust of my blood?
Did you hear my silent distraught?
Did you see my decaying sanity?
Did you feel my tortured brain?
My twisted, warped scared mind-set.
i like this poem a lot... most days i just go through the mothions without thinking- and no one notices that only a part of me is there...
keep writing- youre very good!!!
"damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive..."