My homework is over-pilling
And there's demons in my brain
I can't look in the mirror
Because my sadness leaves a stain
I'm as numb as a door nail
As ugly as a snake
I'm deteriorating slowly
No room for life to take place
YOU ARE READING
The poems I carved from my wounds
PoetrySomeone once told me life doesn't come at you it comes from you. You're the caption of your soul, the master of your fate. If that were true I'd have a phatty right now.
