Trapped within Oblivion without direction, not knowing up from down. Drifting through this void without a friendly sound, as I listen to the nothingness of the void. As I contemplate the thoughts of my mind, I realize I have no sense of time as I float through this void. Drifting through this dark void, I found where I belong within this eternal void.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poesiepoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
