I wish we could hide from our pain
staying alive holds nothing to gain
we kill our thoughts like we were taught but these rhymes are still left in our brains
I think I'm going mad
our final option doesn't seem so bad
it's suicide and in hindsight doesn't that sound just a little sad?
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
