These voices in my head
They never seem too stop
I'm on the brink of insanity
Looking for what's lost
Where are all the people? That said they'd never leave
I keep searching for them
But all I find is me
Where are all the memories of laughter, joy and love?
They seem to just have disappeared
It's like they're taunting me
My mind is a garden, full of tangled weeds
The flowers are wilted and dead
I guess their just like me.
This darkness in my broken mind
Will be the death of me
I wonder if I slide this blade
Just a little to deep
And when the blood comes pouring out
Will anyone miss me?
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Poems
PoesiaRandom, depressing poetry. GAHHH. ._. Pain is my only medicine Crying is my only remedy Fighting for my life is tiring Screaming for help Is insanity
