Their judgemental stares leaves me holding on to life by thin hairs.
I balance at the edge,in the middle of sanity and insanity.
You pull at my heart strings with your doings oh so stupidly.
Insomnia, haunts me like many other things.
Leaving me to expect many sleepless nights.
I lay in bed reminiscing about the little things, thinking about the good and bad things.
It Isnt safe for me when im left alone with my thoughts.
Its as if the more solitude I have, the deeper I will walk into the dark of my mind, I'll never find a light switch when im alone.
Its too dark to be bright.
For every light there is dark and for every dark there is light sometimes the balance tips, but it will almost always turn to equal in the end. At least that is the case sometimes.
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Dirty Petals
Poesíafree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
