If home is where the heart is
Then I don't have one
For I have no heart
It shriveled and died
Long ago
Long before I recognized
My sorrow and pain
For what it was
Long before the bain
Of my existence
Made me wish
That someone would open my veins
So that my misery could end
Before I do it myself
YOU ARE READING
Nyctophilia
PoetryThis is a book that's only going to have sad poems in it. This includes the sad ones that are already in my other poetry book "All My Random Poems." If you don't like sad and possibly depressing things, then don't read this book.
