Beautiful tears wasted fears... All alone for years..turning into a monster that hidden so long in the dark... Eyes glowing red ..wishing for the dead..to continue to bleed..standing firm ..trying to succeed ..rushing pain ready to feed.. Anger overwhelms me .. Stolen soul dripping through the cracks..lost with all the panic attacks.. Cursed emotions still with fear .. Not going anywhere .. Trapped inside this shell with this personal hell...scratching the wall .. Nails pealing back ..I can't go back.. Damned to hell with this anxiety.. Breathing can be the death of me...grasping at the air ... Life can be unfair...Hatred boiling over me..wishing I can flee from this..eternal emptiness ...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
