It's dark outside. I'm hurting. Everyone here is.
The purple, the red, the wilted, the dead.
God damn it, it's driving insane.
There's a voice taunting me
Inside my brain. Help!
I don't know what to say.
You're gone, I'm here.
Wrong one.
I'm supposed to be gone.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
