my head's as messy as my closet
OCD working in reverse
I'll hide my anger by hanging it on a hanger
damn my mind and damn this curse
but there's no room to store more troubles
the skeletons take up too much space
my closet's close to filling up
please support me, do not report my case
incase they find out, because if they knew
I know I'd be dead without a doubt
and my anxiety's telling me to be free in death
but I'll suffer alone, undergo this next bout
I'm hiding behind my jokes
never facing the crowd, they shout a lot
I'll help all my friends smile a real smile
they deserve happiness and love, while I do not
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Puisithis 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
