Full of all these secrets I keep to myself, this state of mind could damage my health. Getting to know this feeling to well, the poison has got me trapped in this hell. Nobody needs me I'm just a broken heart, nobody sees me, I'm just a shattered part. This poison it fills me. Frighteningly quickly. Ends within envy, drowns in insanity. I'm back in the dark and It's to bad, I always did wonder if I had gone mad. And am I wrong to hate what I am, these voices agree and I understand. And I sit on my own in this world I am alone. And My blood is no longer red, drink the poison now I'm dead.
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Words We Can't Say
PoetryA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
