It's like the oxygen in my lungs is being sucked out by a vacuum.
Like everyone around me will be disappointed in what I've become,
What I am.
No one will ever understand what my thoughts are.
Sometimes it's like I'm being run over by a car,
A eighteen wheeler,
Santa and his sleigh
A constant stomping on my sanity.
The pain will never go away,
Will it ever go away?
YOU ARE READING
My collection of poems.
PoetryA collection of poems that I write late at night when I can't sleep and have a lot on my mind.
