My hand drags along the polished wood
And my burning heart of rage grows
It stimulates into an intentional aggression
As the winter snow glows
My feelings and eyes mix
Into a discretional sight
And I see skies crash
As blue cars fly
And my pale fluorescent skin
Matches the wonders of the purple, schemed night
I drag myself to a deranged singed thought
One I can't act on
If the voices in my head
Weren't so above my upon....
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Mental
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: Some poems are graphic about feelings I have experienced. This poetry book is meant to help many people get help, whoever is struggling with disorders, depression, and diseases, I am here. I am going through the same thing, I wanted...
