The steady dripping
Covered up the ripping
Of the dreams I had.
I cower away,
Hoping it will keep the monsters at bay.
Nothing helps; I'm breaking,
Yet still here.
I can't take this anymore,
It's just too much.
Psychosis distorts every moment,
Yet I am somehow still here.
Nothing helps,
I'm just a lost cause.
They all say that,
And I'm starting to believe it.
What did I do to deserve this?
This fine line between realities?
I try with all my might,
But I'm tired of dreaming.
There's no one left to help me.
No one to help put me back together.
No one to encourage me,
No one to pick me up.
What's the point?
We twist and turn to prevail,
Not caring about those we put down.
Can't they see it's all meaningless?
And with that,
I'll send Darkness,
Oh sweet and beautiful Darkness,
To rain upon them.
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Penny For Your Thoughts
PoetryJust a poetry book I decided to make. Topics vary and I have a random update schedule. Hope you like it! Thank you so much for all the support you guys are giving me for this! I thought I'd say this now, but most of these are based on me. I've had a...
