too long I've feigned happy
only to have your toxic limbs wrap
around my crumbling neck
taunting orbs staring into the pits of agony
residing behind my mask
a peeling façade of mania and laughter
crippling depression pulsing harder and harder
till all that's left
is not heaven nor hell
only demons battling
in the body i call my own.
~ crippled
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
