the feeling alone
is like an open wound
that bleeds, swirling
sizzling hot lava
within me
stop.
reminding me.
YOU ARE READING
Into the Darkness
PoetryA collection of poems. For the troubled minds, the minds of the troubled youth. Not for the faint hearted, for this is the story of my life. And this is my safe place, my journal I go to in my darkest nights. Know that eventually, everything should...
Pain
the feeling alone
is like an open wound
that bleeds, swirling
sizzling hot lava
within me
stop.
reminding me.
