Yes, it's 4am
I really don't know how to feel
My hands tied behind my back
No way to see,
Blindfolded from reality
How do you breathe,
When you can't even thinkI never really feel this way anymore,
But I'm losing hope
That one day
I will feel sane
And let the feeling fill
The void
That still has yet to healI'm tired now
YOU ARE READING
FOG
Poetry"this won't hurt one bit" they said to me as they ripped my heart out. My mind holds a lot of secrets that not a soul knows. These are my secrets.