my tears are falling like torrential rain
nothing I do seems to take away the pain
I can feel myself reaching the end of my tether
my moods are switching faster than the weather
if I could manage the words I'd try to speak out
but they're stuck in my throat by anxiety and doubt
I'm trapped on the outside, they can't hear my screams
the fabric of my mind is bursting at the seams
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
