dark thoughts cloud my mind
escaping in the form of tears
the rage I feel built up inside
is shown on the destroyed room around me
blades, pills, the barrel of a gun
they all seem welcoming to me now
music blares, flooding my ears
blocking out reality
life had a purpose, once upon a time
structure, a plan, meaning
now it's meaningless
YOU ARE READING
nightmares and personal horrors
PoesieThis is a book of Poems, short stories and other tidbits. As the title probably suggests all of the content will have some sort of dark theme to it. Enjoy.
