-They follow me at night,
Starting from my thoughts,
Screwing my mind.
-Telling me to harm,
Because I am not good enough,
As long as they cram.
-When they stop my lungs from breathing,
And I can't scream,
I give up on their knees while I am sinking.
-Sadness is on their bite the poison,
Making me crawling in the dark,
Only following the suicidal horizon.
YOU ARE READING
Who Is Inside.
PoesíaYou don't call them poems, neither little parts or nor quotes. Call them life beliefs or untold and undecided thoughts. Most: -Depression -Suicide -Selfharm -Pain and similar beings. Enjoy my dems.
