Sadness consumes me
it eats me alive
Like a knife
slicing my skin
ripping my flesh
apart
The sharp tip
stabs at my
heart
and
I bleed misery
I claw at my skin
trying to rip
the scars off
Sometimes
it hurts
Sometimes
I'm numb
some days
I'm as high
as a kite
and others I cry
Trapped
inside a hollow grave
Darkness smothers me..
I scream for help
but no one hears
or sees my tears
cause its in my head
where misery resides
besides who would
actually care?
YOU ARE READING
Inside The Horrible Mind Of Morgan.
PoesieJust what it's like inside my head. Don't read it you don't want to. I really am just sick and tired of everything and the only way I can escape this hellhole most call life is through writing. So welcome to my darkside. Most of these are mine, bu...
