My thoughts run cold,
Noting but a blank slate.
Darkness taking over,
And I can't concentrate.
The thoughts of death,
Stronger than before.
I used to be happy,
But not anymore.
I've grown weak,
No longer the strong happy me.
I can no longer speak,
What my heart tells me.
I'm no longer the old me,
She is gone.
Replaced by me,
Cruel, evil, and black hearted.
My thoughts run cold,
Nothing but a blank slate.
Darkness taking over,
And I can't concentrate.
02/10/16
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Behind the Mask
PuisiI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
