The ability to be lost in the mind of a
teenager is quite compelling.
I didn't see it as a problem till it ruined
everything my relationships, My friends
and everything I ever held dear.
All I needed to do was keep focus, but
my demons kept wailing and wouldn't let
me live.
I feel Broken.
I feel Hopeless.
All I see is the great darkness that looms
ahead.
I need a Saviour
I need my Sanity.
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Tales From My Soul
PoetryShort poems and remainders both rhyming and non rhyming about the perks of being seventeen and black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tales of my soul would give you an insight of the life of a dysfunctional soul. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes words cannot express al...
