I can feel myself slipping back into a dark place. I've done it enough times to know the signs. I don't know if I'll be able to pull myself out of it this time though. I am exhausted and tired of constantly having to pull myself out. I see the patterns but I don't think I want to stop it some deranged part of me wants to fall back into that dark place I don't know why but sometimes it can be lovely. Its so intoxicating.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
