if you can read minds,
you would know the names i try to forget
and the number of people i kill in the back of my mind.
the memories i buried in the ground.
the decisions i will regret for life.
the chances that slip away in my hands.
you would know everything that scars me, shatters me, and makes me wish to die.
if ever you could read minds,
please don't read mine.
// telepath.
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Solitude Hour
Poetryi have been locking up all of my thoughts and shutting down voices inside my head. i am terrified to see how messed up it is and to hear what a horrifying sound it would be. but sometimes, when i am alone, i let them be wild and free. and then i wil...
