If you try to sleep they come.
The dark thoughts.
The ones that torture your mind and torment your soul.
You can't escape them.
They're in your mind.
You try to run, but you can't outrun them.
They're always there, but sometimes they sleep.
Those are the good days.
Your mind never sleeps.
You can hear them.
They're getting closer.
They're coming from inside you.
You can't escape your own mind.
YOU ARE READING
We are all made of Stars
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. With my poems I express my thoughts and feelings. It is like a piece of my soul, so please appreciate it! Hope you enjoy :)