I am in a room so dim.
I am a kitten scared
The sand is filling up to the brim
I know I won't be spared.
I try to break the glass it wouldn't budge
It isn't my first time
This is the world's long grudge *( 17 years long grudge)*
This probably ain't a crime.
The sand is reaching my throat.
There is little time leftover.
It is getting difficult to stay afloat.
I'll lose this battle before it's over.
I can hear my beautiful voice.
Screaming for aid.
I'm here by choice.
Though I'm seemingly afraid.
I wish I made good decisions.
I wish I made good friends.
with good intentions.
There's no time left to make amends.
YOU ARE READING
Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesía| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
