I haven't found my savor
My will to live
Or maybe I did at one point
But it slowly slipped out of my grip
And now I'm alone
Alone in my own mind
My worst enemy
I'm alone as the monster that is my mind
Sinks it teeth into me and drags me into the depths and drowns me in the water of my own thoughts
I have nothing to grasp
No hope of survival
I am my own destruction .
( my mind is my own personal hell) - 10 pm thoughts
YOU ARE READING
despair- a book of poetry
Poetrysometimes the waves within our minds crash upon us and we can no longer breathe