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The madness is seeping into my mind,

as it controls my body.

I am too weak to fend for myself,

 too weak to gain back control.

I don't know how to deal with this.

Do I go with the devil?

Do I go with her and worry about my every move?

In which I'll never breathe a sigh of relief.

But I cannot abandon her,

not the one person who cares about me,

so I cannot give up.

But all it would do is put more fuel in to the fire.

How doI deal with this?

How do I deal with something I can't answer?

My blood may be black,

but my heart can never heal itself.

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