Some days are better than others.
Most days I drown out the screams to a dull roar.
But some days I drown myself out. I drown in the thoughts I ran from.
I drown in the tears I've been saving up in my tear ducts.
I always find myself crawling back to the empty room of not so empty thoughts.
Like loosing control of a car, you can only hold the wheel for so long until the jerking becomes too much.
You just let go. I let go.
I let the monster go free in my head. I can't mute them anymore, it becomes too much.
I crawl to the empty room to realize the monsters screaming in my head making my bones rattle, is me.
I am the car spinning out of control.
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Dive into the dark-poems by me
PoetryHere you will find my poetry. Most of which can be dark or sad, hence the title; dive into the dark. Enjoy.
