Passing light of one to another .
touched and wanting more..
knowing he will never knock on the door again.
Opened up was my deadly sin..
Too fucked up to even talk to kin.
Am i just too crazy? I ask .
They laugh.
where do I begin?
I stare in to the mirror..
Pull me in...
Struggling for what's right in my life..
Finding no seen force's..
Scared of my own mind..
Don't worry I'll be fine...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Puisidark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
