by Leshya
(New York)
Living my life like a living dead
Holding my breath when I really got to breathe.
I feel so tight, my walls are closing in,dripping like blood from a fresh cut...
I'm living like a living dead...
Oh my silence streaming slowly to scream and these silent scream shall shatter souls that hurt my heart..
My silence isn't a reply but it's a coming that is silently loud for it will break you apart and here my
silence scream...*L.B
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