Tears I rarely find.
My emotions a far cry, step closer to dying slowly mentally that bridge breaks.
The vacuum has been near I'm suffocating, wasted trash where's that stashes need to get wasted.
The darkness came! I'm home now.
Lying on the floor, my eyes rolling over my thoughts screaming murder.
But you came to look just right after, my episodes weren't your tax to collect they were excess; now baggy eyes you came acting depress when I did my deeds to the stress.
That's just the train of thoughts, my mind rants on, running rampant repetitively.
I just don't want to be but I feel so nonetheless lonely.
A storm on the inside no rain just turbulence and cloudy captivate me;
It has cursed me.
I don't want to be but I feel so nonetheless lonely.
I feel.
I feel not I need me just that I need me dead, so maybe if death crave me then life needs me.
Needs me in debt.
YOU ARE READING
ME!!!
PoetryDear: journal Thanks for the pages you share, for my pen and pencils to tear scribbling without care of your feelings. Thanks for always being there to collect my pain, doubt and sorrows. Done by: L.A.E (c) All Rights Reserved
