I'm fine.
Those simple words that have been built up with lies.
Hiding from what's left of my pride.
My happiness has disinagrated into oblivion and has become apart of the shadows that feed upon the lifeless soul that lays beneath the surface trying to cut its way out scaring my body and mind bruising
My bones and shattering my heart until finally it leaves
And leaves me alone
Deep within the shadows that
Have consumed what's left of
Me.
Making me
Telling me
To go....
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
