In the dark, all alone, how does it feel? In your mind, insanity, how do you heal?
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"broken pieces"
In the dark, all alone, how does it feel? In your mind, insanity, how do you heal?
