buried my worries beneath the cold earth,
Hoping they would not rise up to haunt me,
But in the middle of the night, they always find me in my bed.Dragging me to the darkest place underneath the world!where my dreams can't speak and my demons taunt me, and they play twisted games with my soul...
Poem by Joshua. Carter
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PoesiaThis is my own written poems... *NOTE* some of my poems are about death... and depression.. if you get sad easily you might not wanna read this Poems!
