My mind is a palace
So grand and tall.
Its welcome to everyone,
Come one, come all.
But what happens when it falls?
The grand palace
Comes crumbling down
the glass shatters
As it hits the ground.
No surviving thoughts can be found.
Going through the wreckage
Of a lonely pass
I find nothing of the palace
Except broken glass.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
