MIDNIGHT. art stories

paolapenate 18. poetess.
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by paolapenate

The connection we felt, remember how quickly it went away?.

There was a time when I believed in soulmates, now I feel bad for those who do.

I can't help but wonder how am I going to be tomorrow?.

I keep telling myself I'll be fine. But I was never a good liar.

I am trapped in a hole I can't get out off.

I've tried to get out but the walls are slippery from the tears I've dropped.

Please, please. Help me understand what's happening to me.

My mind is spinning, my heart beating, and I can't help but feel like I am lost in a forest.

Take my hand, kiss my neck.

Make me feel loved and holy again.

Midnight came.

Here I am writing again with blood stains and tears on my shirt.

What can I do to stop feeling this way?

Lost, empty and sometimes dead.

Lately all I seem to do is try to rhyme my problems away.

And I can't keep living this way.

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