drilling holes in my skin
I'm a square block that never fits in
this noise is driving me up the wall
get my hopes up and then they fall
day by day my sanity is dwindling
the light has gone out of my kindling
brick by brick I built my jail
not letting anyone close enough to pay my bail
I've walked this road and wrecked my shoes
now I haven't got much to lose
my facade is wearing thin
if I do myself this favour will it still be a sin?
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
