Staring into nothingness
Butterflies dead inside
Thoughts swarming around
Voices is calling into the night
Voices of suffering...
Voices of grief...
Voices of mourning ...
Voices of death...
Darkness calling me again
Smirking at my downfall
His arms open wide
Inviting me with a smirk in his eyes
Staring into his open arms
Maybe its time to say goodbye
So I held his hands
And vanished into the night
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
PoetryWriting poetry and going to written down what's in my mind, about depression.
