Twisted i am
As the rain pours down
It thunders all around
Im in my room trembling
The weather is pretty bad now
Lightning is the first thing i see
Followed by the sound of thunder
I cant even sleep
Twisted i am
Wrapped up all in the tub
Trying to escape the sounds
The sounds of laughter
The dislike
The hatred of life
Deciding if i should go back to the 8th degree of cuts
2 more years left of trusting my guts
In the corner of my room another jail cell
No one to trust
Turn left its blocked
I turned around and its locked
I climb up
I fall down
I dig into the ground
Twisted i am
Im just trying to get out
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Gain Pain
PoetryYour mind tells stories of all things. Your mind believes whatever you want it to believe. Some right or wrong, some absolutely right, some thoughts suicidal, depressed, and dark. This is a tell all of the mind or at least what's going on in mines.
