this feeling of anger
this feeling of sadness
they stem from confusion
and my own madness
no matter how strong
these feelings get
I revert back
my destiny is set
empty, hollow husk,
what would I give for sunshine
on this sad existence
this apathetic being of mine
how do I always end up here?
back where I belong
with that feeling that
the end is near
YOU ARE READING
Chance. Leave. Break.
PoetryPeople love tragedies, right? This here is mine. Old poems, new story. Me being myself.
