There's screaming
In every way you look.
You can't escape until you
Find the truth.
Phantom knives dive into your skin,
And phantom agony fills your blood
With never-ending torture.
Where has sanity gone?
Where has love gone?
Living in your own world
Of pure fantasy
And hatred.
Where will you be in ten years?
You think dead,
They think alive,
But we know where you'll be.
Screaming where the rest of them are.
Because you finally realise,
That the screams you hear are
Your own very screams.
You're trapped in a looping paradox.
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25/10/15
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Poems collection -Self harm (trigger warning)
RandomPoems about depression. And possibly more than that... I don't really know...
