Ah, the depths of this depression.
Sweet enough to make you sick,
Violent enough to make you scream.
I remember this place,
Autopilot as I call it.
The memories are still here, in books too thick to hold,
And on a shelf too high to reach.
This quiet place still holds a chair,
Of where I once sat,
Analyzing my past.
Oh how it must feel to sit there once more.
There's no room for such light of what new love provides,
The darkness sweeps into every crack and crevice of my mind.
It's unescapable, this pain.
How long will I hide in here?
The smile on my face one fresh,
The paint worn off from such use.
There's no hope for a useless girl such as I.
I'm meant to suffer in this world.
Perhaps someone will pass me a flashlight,
To light my path back into normality.
Until then,
I will shed tears once more.
As I have before and always will,
Autopilot take me away.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poems and Inner Thoughts (Vol.2)
PoetryThis is the second collection of my works built off of my negative emotions. They'll be a lot better than the first volume, I hope. This collection includes poetry,as well as miscellaneous writing. Enjoy, or not.
