I will stare into the walls until they turn green.
As I stare into the eyes of night,
It seems to wholly swallow me.
I feel like
Someone is trying to get me.
Are you after me?
Please don't hurt me.
I've been hurt so much,
I don't know how I will survive death again.
Every shadow consumes me,
Takes a piece.
I sound crazy.
I'm not crazy I promise,
I'm just sick and I need help.
You don't believe me.
I'm sure you don't,
No one believes me until I shatter into pieces before their eyes.
Then I'm a monster and I'm after them,
I became the darkness that I fell into.
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Poems at 3am
PoetrySo, I write a lot of poems some (a lot of them) of them may be triggering due to the fact a lot of them talk about my trauma, mental illness,and bad experiences, I'll include trigger warnings dw! Others of them are either reflections, nonbinary rant...
