My mind has the terrible habit of playing tricks on me. I see things out of the corners of my eyes, and I can see demons in my pupils. My own thoughts scare me. The pain is real, but they don't see what's going on inside of me.
But don't want them to know, so I withhold my thoughts and enclose my soul.
How can I give up. I don't want to give up...but I'm so tired. I just want to be done.
I'm just done.
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The Reveal of Me
RandomThis is a collection of some of my works of poetry and thoughts. Some are good, some are bad, some are romance, and some are dark. All are my opinions, however, so read at your own discretion. Be warned, there is also some cursing, therefore the sto...
