Mixed up inside.
What do I want?
How do I feel?
Questions.
A demon inside.
Nothing more.
Lost innocence
Is what I am.
Who am I?
Depression
Seems to be all I know
Nothing more.
I ache inside
Wanting my dreams to be true
Wanting more
That what I have
Alone.
Is how I feel.
Alone.
Alone.
My shadow is my only friend.
A mind left to its own bidding.
Lost in its own chaos.
Distorted.
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
ŞiirThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
