Compressed heart. Pain. Inner death way beyond emotions.
Imagine hearing and feeling your heart cry ❤️🔥
Imagine being worthy but on the
Inside you feel like you have nothing. But you wear smile so good.
My heart, it’s screaming. The voices in my head shouting . WHY DO I HAVE TO FEEL MY HEART CRY.
Burn. Shatter. Always felt like I was in box. Mentally and emotionally.
Anxiety running through my blood .
I’ve drained my heart dry giving my
All till there’s nothing left. Over and over and everytime i stop my soul just burn.
My heart is sweating droplets of blood 🩸
🔥 raining fire.
About the Creator
Diamond marshall
Poetic Stoner 💨
If you can’t say it, write it. I enjoy letting my feelings run through my pen as I pour my heart out. Writing is Art.
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