A small hole
is how it starts
it widens and widens
until you're empty
empty, cold, and alone
but you've always been alone
as you look back
back upon a life wasted
on pettiness, and mistakes
the biggest your birth
demons rage around
you go silent outside
and people question
send you to others to get better
but it isn't for you
it's for them
their luxury
and alone you go
a black shadow
a rock in a lake
alone, small
nothing in the world
nothing
nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
The bitter truth is better than the sweetest lies.(Poem Book)
PoetryJust a lil old book of poems ranging from depression to lovesick. Prepare for the rollercoaster my children. If anything isn't mine, I'll say it in that chapter/ slide/whatever.
