Fallout all over again.
And something's twisted,
this apocalypse is toxic.
I'm suffocating,
slowly dying.
This life is not worth crying.
I dare not tell.
No one else can be involved.
It's an inside deal,
suffer the abuse and nothing else.
Bipolar.
Perfect one second, worthless the next.
It's a poison!
Wear a smile and pretend it's ok. It's not. I'm dying inside.
Anger issues, mixed up with no one to talk to.
Just rearrange my heart and brain,
but cancel out my heart and definitely my soul.
Love is just a mad train, with no one to hold.
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Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
