thoughts cycling
through my head.
deaf to the music
playing on my bed.
sitting alone in a room
no one in sight.
except for shadows
that roam in the night.
i feel their stares
as my eyes are pried open.
knives stabbed in my chest,
spilling my emotions.
no tears left to cry,
the river has been dried for some time.
the cycles repeat
with those thoughts of mine.
alone in the night
with no one by my side.
i wish someone
could save me from my vicious mind.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
