clawing at my skin
desperate to release what's within
crying for help through my tears
overcome by my fears
my shaking's getting worse
this anxiety is a curse
my brain is gonna explode
thoughts making me implode
I sit there unknown
just looking for my home
they can't hear the dead one talk
it takes all my strength to walk
lips that will never be kissed
an entity that won't be missed
I could disappear off the face of the earth
nobody ever valued my self worth
I'm losing my grip
going down with this ship
nobody needs me anymore
I think it's time I closed the door
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
