Lost in the chaos,
your reality;
imprisoned in desperation,
your world.
Can't escape,
can't get away;
only thing to do,
is run.
Hard to believe,
that this land,
this abyss of darkness,
was my creation.
But, I realize,
that you too,
wouldn't exist,
if not for my stupidity.
I wanted sanctuary,
but instead,
I just created a second prison,
in which my mind resides.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
