The whispers all around me, these whispers plague my mind
They tell me I'm not worthy, I guess this is how I was designed
They fill the empty spaces, between every waking thought
I wish that they would silence, so I don't hear them anymore
But darkness over powers me, unlike anything I've felt before
I'm drowning in the blackness, with no one to save me from the madness.
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Author:
Finley Fire (
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- Category: Sad
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Your rhyming scheme is strong and consistent, so great job with that! What you wrote of was so honest and true to many. I think that it'd do you well to also write about how one overpowers the whispers of one's mind!
Thank you and I will think about writing that thanks.
My pleasure!
I never found an animal
that felt sorry for itself.
good one!
I'm sorry? Animal that felt sorry for itself, would you care to elaborate on what you mean by that?
no.
be thankful for the comment.
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