It gets to a point
Where all I have is my reflection
But every mirror shatters.
I run out of this dreadful place
but my thoughts continue to chase me
And the words that they left
Are the reasons I haven't slept
Yet
I still continue to listen.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Junk Book
PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
