Darkness.
Despire.
Is anyone there?
Help me, please.
Sliver brushes give a slow release,
blood drips to the heart beat.
A flood of red.
A flood of tears.
Drowning me,
all these years.
Here I am,
in a poison abyss.
Deadly thoughts swirl with voices,
that say dagger effects words.
That are hard to miss.
Lost whatever is left of my will to live.
What have I done to deserve all this?
Suffering with the pain (the nothing, too)
This is no fun and games.
Am I the one to blame?... For all the suffering? For all the pain?
By me
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Poems
PuisiJust poems. Those of my own or favourite poets. Maybe a twist in(of) both. Poems of my thoughts,emotions and feels. Poems on what might and what has happened. Not all of them are by me. All rights go to the poems from the poets who write them.
