This is the saddest poem I've ever written.
Because I'm a sad person, I guess.
Therapy is good. I know.
But alone is sad.
And I don't even know what sad therapy would be.
If this is therapy it's not working.
And I guess no one will read this, no one that I know currently.
I don't expect anyone to read this.
They would have more important things to think about.
For those who wonder, what I'm really thinking.
Here is the door to my mind.
And you can see all the phases of my existence sprawled out like a beast to slaughter.
This is what I'm really thinking.
This is what I want to say
But I'm scared to in front of others.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Dark.
PoésieThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
