Tunnels
My dark mind blindly wanders,
Into a tunnel with no end.
Can my own sanity be saved?
Please help my dear old friend.
Graffiti on the walls
Look like faces I once knew.
People who have come and gone,
and soon you will too.
You’ve carried me on your back
As I have done for you.
Without you right here by my side
Whatever shall I do?
They say that theres a light
When you start to reach the end.
But for me there seems to be no light
For this tunnel does not end.
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Picking Apart My Mind (Part One)
PoetrySo ive always wondered where i saw myself in 20 years. When i was 8 i always looked up at the moon and thought that ill soon be walking where few people have walked. Once age and common sense got more developed i wanted to be a doctor because thats...
