Here I sit
Quietly
Silently
Suffering
In my own way
I'm clawing at my skin
Yet leaving no marks
Clean body
Dirty mind
Why be so clean
When my skin can match my head
Tainted
Lost
Torn apart
Yet I'm still sitting here
Pretending I'm okay
While my mind is racing
My demons chasing
After me like a monster of a kid's worse nightmares
Yet I keep the composure
I pretend I have
My mind has left
All that's left is
Nothing
Empty
Barren
All I am is a ticking time bomb
And I'm waiting for my timely demise
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Poetry For The Hurt And Loved
PoetryHello, Chris here welcome to my collection of poems. I love them... Mostly but thank you for reading hope your having a good day. Drink some water stay safe gb. 🐖
