I have nightmares of her taking things that hold close to me.
I've screamed and cried on the inside,
But on the outside I act like nothing affects me.
Like she wasn't even there,
an after thought maybe.
Eventually everything is going to come all at once and I'll just have to lock myself away from people.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
