I need to get away from the negativity you create and escape its dark embrace, but the gravity it generates pulls me back into this hellscape. I weep as your negativity seeps into my space, while the shadow you cast encroaches on this place. I can not escape the darkness you create, as your negativity infects my positive space, for there is no escape from the negativity you create.
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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.
