These nights just get darker
And my head just thinks harder;
The voices getting louder,
Making my heart pounding faster
While reality hits harder.
These streets feel so lonely,
Yet so widely known.
They aren't quite understood
By the ones who don't walk it.
It's hard to explain...
All your thoughts seem vain
And nobody seems to see your pain;
But sometimes that's better than them fearing your self-demise.
YOU ARE READING
Venting In Verses
PoesíaI vent here through my own poetry. The first few pieces aren't that good but I'm keeping them up to track my progress. So... enjoy, I suppose!
