• silvia_ 35w

    A thousand stories
    revolving in my head
    Heart as if numb,
    could feel no pain.

    A complete silence
    and a non existent self.
    The mind seems to have
    visited the graveyard of
    my sensitive self
    quite a hundred times.

    Yet could not kill the
    vulnerable part of me.

    So I hand you a sword,
    Come thrust me with it
    for all you wanted
    was to see me turn
    breathless and bleed.

    I am afraid, as I breathe
    heavily and watch my
    nerves turn blue and
    my blood turn cold.

    Oh but Why am I even
    perturbed when all my life
    I wanted was
    to turn cold,
    and old.

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