I sit in this dark room with no light shining through as I sit in the darkness, I can't tell if this is true or a dream. As I sit in the pitch black, I sense the room begin to shift as I start to fall. I can't tell where I am with no light to guide my way, as I try to gain my bearings of my surroundings. I rationalize my plight and wonder if this is a dream or my reality.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry 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.
