You can feel it coming
The storm is brewing
Dark clouds arise
As the late night falls
Destruction is ready
A broken mind isn't
It starts slowly
Those sad feelings,
Uncontrollable thoughts
Everything starts shaking
It gets harder to breathe
And you're rocking back and forth
You beg for it to stop,
Ask it to not
Insanity is a masterpiece that isn't reality
But it's your reality
Living inside of your mind,
Feeding off of your broken pieces
Of the heart and soul
The damaged parts deep inside
The broken person that hides
It's dark, it's late
You're alone, there's no one else
No one to help
You fall, and you break
Your heart breaks
The mess comes
You cry, and you try not to
Hell's gates have opened again
Just as they did last night
The mind becomes a storm
The body is the destruction below
On the ground, you fall
Screaming, crying, dying and trying
No more strength is left to be strong
So you take your blades
And you put them to your skin,
You open up the pain within
It pours like rain
Then you fall even further
Your heart breaks even worse
Even darker becomes the soul
And insanity grows
The worst part about it all,
Is the demons know just when to hurt
When it's late at night
And you're all alone
Everyone is asleep,
You beg for someone to help
You beg for it all to stop
Yell and scream, hit and punch
Shake and break
But you're alone
And as much as you want someone to help
For someone to be there,
For someone to save you
The storm is just at it's peak.
3/24/17
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PoetryTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...
