There's this pain deep in my heart that I have to deal with.
Someone else might be dealing with this pain and 10x worse, so why? Why do I pity myself?
I have a sadness that takes over and I just want to hide my self. But I don't.
I know there are people with much worse but all I can think about is ending it so I'm sorry. I do not pity you. I pity myself.
This is the end of these clean white tiles. They will now turn to red.
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16
