Imprisoned in my thoughts,
I'm a slave to my flaws.
Addicted to the darkness,
can't live without my sadness.
My body is slowly giving up,
a shadow is what I have become.
My mind is boiling,
and battle cries can be heard.
The war is starting,
the clock is ticking,
the end is nearing,
only silence can be heard.
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Poems.
PoésieJust a bunch of (mostly depressing) poems written by me. Warning! Depression, self-harm, suicide/suicidal thoughts will be mentioned, read at your own risk.
