I painted my nails black as ink
As black as my soul, too, I think
This heart of darkness in my chest
It barely beats, so just lay me to rest
I ebb and flow, just like the tide
Between emptiness, and sadness that I try to hide
The sorrow in my bones is loud,
Though not as loud as the silence in this crowd
I can't drown out the noise that's in my head
Can't find the energy to drag myself out of bed
Regret haunts me and swallows me whole
All these wasted years have taken their toll.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryOkay, guys. So - I just wanted to let you know that some of this poetry is going to include foul language. Not all, but some. Some of them are also pretty dark. Consider yourself warned! :)
