Blackest black
Heart attack
A shock to kill the pain
Reach out into the night
Grasp hold of a dying leaf.
No one knows where you are
As you sit in the dark,
But it's not like you went that far.
You built a world of lies
Around your poison eyes.
No one knows where you are
As you stand in the dark
But it's not like you went that far.
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
