Weeping Dolls


“Yes I am weird, weird is good. Normal is overrated.”

‘M just a girl that has come to love the taste of sadness

and the whispers of silence

Without it,  is like loosing myself

in the midst of voices

I hate physical pain

The ones intertwined around the corners of heart

brings me lasting wound…I love it

I can be wild

you know

Like hunting myself

Self cries

Weeping dolls

Dark feet, and tumbling clouds

Simple words…

At the end of the day

I guess you don’t understand

It’s just me after all


One Comment Add yours

  1. yemmiemary says:

    😧😧😧Who are you?????! Your stuff is so good… it’s like I can literarily feel the emotion that comes with each word.

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