Words pour out of me.
So fast.
It's hard to get
Them all down.
They're things I only wish
I could tell you out loud.
Things that come in images,
Songs, and prose.
Feelings no one cares about
But me I suppose.
I plan to forever burn
With those secrets never told.
Maybe one day if I'm lucky
They will make me explode.
Because I am in more pain now
Than I could ever be.
No knife,
gun,
or illness,
Could ever compare
To what my own mind
Does to me.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
