Hell is a dark place
A lonely place
A quiet place
A place referred to as my room
Where an ocean emerges from the void
A void once called my eyes
That light no longer exist in
That life no longer resides in
Racing through my mind are
Memories
Of things that once brought joy to my heart
But now only cause it to crack
Break
Dissolve
Into
Ash
Just like my soul
Pleads and screams build up in the cave that was stitched closed by the devil himself
Oh, how they try
Try desperately to escape
All they want is to be heard
But
They will never get to
All that can be heard is the sound of a fan
Blowing cool air into my face
Spreading the tears that create pathways down my pale cheeks
How
How is it that
Someone so dead inside
So broken
So numb
Can still feel
Still cry somehow
Someway
YOU ARE READING
3 AM
PoetryRip into me and let the pain pour out. Only in the night, at the time of 3 AM Shitty poetry written by some shitty kid Cover art by me
