There's a difference between a friend and a foe
I was better equipped to deal with both coming from each side of my mind as waves clashed from left and right
Both fighting for a place in my brain but even better yet, a home in my heart
The self hatred and confusion of random self worth made the lightbulbs break and as my mind began to get darker and darker, these were last words I saw before I blacked out,
I wish I was a little bit braver
I wish I was a little less of a craver
A craver for things that I know I can't reach like keeping down my walls unafraid of another breach unto my own conscience
A constant battle between right and wrong against the same person singing two different songs
it's like wishing for a war with no guns or armor
But at least you have faith and without it you're a
goner.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
