Darker than ink
My blood is leaking and I
Know what I think
Might make children cry
Well , that's too bad
They didn't come looking for
Me to be glad
I can't do this anymore:
Let me be mad
Sad , slumped on the floor
At least I can breathe
When poems are history
Crying , I seethe
All the shades out of me
Onto this page
You don't get half of me :
Passion ,my rage
I'm gonna let it free
This is my therapy
YOU ARE READING
Distorted
PoetryI've been writing for years . And some of my works on here were written when I was younger and didn't have the best understanding of writing .So bear with me because those don't reflect who I am as a writer anymore . . . . I believe, the BEST way t...
