The silence in so deafening
It's become my living nightmare,
I lay in the dark room between the cold sheets in which I've cried my self to sleep so many times
Just hoping to feel something other than pain.
But thats when the shadows started whispering and my sanity started slipping
When I looked in the mirror and saw someone I didn't know
Reaching out to the figure on the other side.
Who am I?
What am I?
My best friend is my inner demon who grabs the lifeless piece of metal and brings it to the racing vein causing a chain reaction of blood that
Will only continue
T
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Drip.
Drip..
And dripp...
Until the light is now more.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
