My insides are churning violently--
My body is being ripped apart.
The monster inside is eating me alive,
And ravaging my fragile heart.
I close my eyes and persevere,
Though my body is beginning to fail.
Now the only thing that is left
Is to wait until I derail.
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In Darknesss
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written on darker subjects such as suicide, death, self harm, etc. If this may be triggering to you, proceed with caution. Some of these were written in my stay at a mental institution where I was allowed a comp...
