Death fills my mind again,
Empty rooms are my safest place.
Prison looks nice compared to this hell.
Riding the waves of misery boldly,
Expecting better, but getting worse.
Silence is my only saviour,
Speaking up will get me nowhere.
Inside, I'm dying, and nobody knows.
Only I know the truth.
Nighmares plague my sleep.
Threatening to drive me insane,
Always laughing at my cries for help.
Kicking me when I'm down.
Every day, I grow closer to the end.
Screaming at my own self loathing.
Lessons learned, I give up,
I'll take this blade and end my life.
Veins will open, blood will flow.
Elegant in my own demise.
Stare death in the face and smile.
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Behind closed doors
PoesíaSimply the thought of release made me think of the first two lines of the first poem, and then it kinda went on from there. Actions are powerful, but words are just as powerful if not stronger. Every day is worse than the last. I have very little f...
