Running, running, running
In the darkness of the night
Screaming, screaming, screaming
For the peaceful dawn light
Hoping, hoping, hoping
That my madness will fall away
Crying, crying, crying
For my broken soul to heal.
And with the madness inside
It's hard for happiness to abide
And it's getting harder and harder
Not to commit suicide.
YOU ARE READING
Emotionally Broken
PoetryThis here is a book of poetry. There are two authors in this book. There is me, Ava. Then him, Ash. Enjoy
