My own brain ate me up.
My own thoughts pulled me down.
As I fingered the trigger of the gun,
As I stared at the tablets in my hand,
As I stood at the edge of the concrete, staring at cars below.
My own brain ate me up.
I got lost in an unattempted dream
I imagined possibilities.
I wondered how i could escape from my chaotic thoughts.
From my own loud words,
From my own inky black worries,
From my own room, where I've mourned and cried and killed my old self.
I wanted to be happy again,
But I didn't know how,
And the only way was,
To fall asleep for a while,
and prayed for a dreamless sleep.
-d.h
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Poetrya collection of heartbreaking poems. "fates are cruel but we are even crueler for not trying." -d.h
