I use to be a good person
But now my head are filled with negativity
Impure thoughts
Is this what turning to the dark side is like?
Love me, love me not
One by one I pull a feather from my wings
Wings once pure white now stained red
On the surface you wouldn't be able to tell that I've changed
Not really
Or at lest not the real change
I see you and all I can think is how selfish you are
But that's not true
I'm the selfish one
My self pity swollows me up
Until all I can see is creatures out to get me
There black figures, laughing faces
Laughing at me, tornting me
So I run and clam it's there fault
But it's nobody's fault but mine
I try to spread my wings and fly away from my problems
But I've pulled to many feathers out now that I can bairly lift my feet off the ground
The earth beneath my feet rises
Covering what's left of my wings
Until there inky black
The silence is deafening
Left on the ground, alone
I never deserved my wings
This is my punishment
If they could see my wings now they would push me away
Just like everyone else
The demons enter my skin
My eyes
My mouth
My ears
Till all I can hear is screaming
All I can see is darkness
All I can feel is pain, loneliness
Until I can't feel anymore
And I fall over the edge
With relief
I fall
I fall away
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Side
Poetry⚠️disclaimer⚠️these poems contain self harm and themes of depression and suicide Basically a bunch of poems that I pulled out of the top of my head. Most of them are really depressing so if you like that kind of poetry well your in the "write" place...
