Staring at a blank wall,
Sitting on the cold hard floor,
Scared of this ongoing wormhole,
Too afraid to open the door.
Her mind is going crazy,
She can't stop the pain,
And her vision is going hazy,
She's starting to go insane.
Because the world outside is cold,
Her mind is a broken home,
And everything is uncontrolled,
Her mind is where the monsters roam.
So she sits on the cold hard ground,
Staring at a white blank wall,
Her sanity she hasn't found,
In this dreaded pitfall.
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A Collection of Words
ŞiirA collection of poems and occasional short stories I write.
