I see swirls and lines of white and black, covering my memories of the world in greyscale.
I cannot see it, but I know it is there.
Behind the white and the black, the lines and the confusion, there is a wall.
A wall painted blood red, pressuring everything to make itself seen.
Maybe I am going insane, actually this time.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
