My dreams have no more color
They swirl with black
My thoughts haunt me
Bring me to insanity
My thoughts are black
Like my hair,
my eyeliner,
clothes,
soul
My thoughts are prickly back vines
weaving, crawling, creeping
Destroying every happy memory that I possessed
My insides are empty
My skin just a barrier to dark emptiness
no more am I myself.
No more feelings just
Emptiness
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Book
شِعرEveryone writes about rainbows and happy endings but I write about reality
