I tread through the pain
In my gut, a hurricane in
My head, driving myself
Into insanity because one
Step forward turns into a
1,000 mile backwards, my
Hands are firm on the wheel
And I'm still losing control then
Crashing into oblivion I wish to
Never happen, I'm surrounded
By broken glass, a wonky smile
Blood on my hands, an anger to
Fill me till I'm blinded into not
Noticing my surroundings, I'm
Fucked, coming back to the wrenching
Mess inside me, my demons not far
Behind me.
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Sad Girl
PoesiaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
