Your chest is as empty as your eyes.
Your mirror brings forth nightmares.
So you prey over humanity and made meals of our hope so your mirror would cast a better reflection than the horror it gave.
You treat your life like a mirage.
Staring for such a long time you become lost.
Surrounded by the cloak you that you made out of pain to hide the fact your breaking.
Your plastic smile is held together with the black goo.
Your lies are countless
Just like the hours you spent crying on the bathroom floor...
That crimson red tainting the white snow...
The lifeless cold metal has gotten through once more.
But who's to say you won't see
Day light
Again?
Hey guys it's Adam. Clark seems to be going through stuff and he's really not doing well. Hope he gets good feed back-.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
