I'm falling apart,
Young and old.
I can't find the ground,
Past and future.
My very bones are quaking,
I can't do this anymore!
These thoughts are always present,
Yet they never come out.
I still do it.
I cover it all.
Wear that smile,
To protect everyone.
Everyone else deserves help.
I do not.
They can all make a difference.
I can not.
I'm only a pawn in this game of chess.
They are all knights,
Kings and queens,
Even.
They all deserve the help...
I don't.
Don't try and tell me otherwise.
I know the truth.
-Me, 9/8
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
