Maybe I’m just a broken shell,
a hollow vessel from some twisted spell.
A venom, creeping slow and deep,
a nightmare haunting every sleep.
I am the sickness you can’t shake,
the wound that festers wide awake.
I’m the weight around your neck,
the anchor pulling down the wreck.
Walls of stone with warmth inside,
I’ve built a fortress, cold with pride.
My heart’s in there, if it’s even whole,
lost in shadows, dark as coal.
And every hand that tries to save,
I pull it down into the grave.
For anyone who dares to climb,
I’m just the loss, the wasted time.
So leave me here, this empty shell,
this poison that I wear so well.
For all I bring is hurt and shame,
the kind of ruin you can’t tame.
Go save yourself from what I am,
a darkness dressed in human skin.
Turn from me, don’t waste your light,
for I’m the plague you cannot fight.
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Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
