Everything shifts to gray,
As emotion,
And pain,
All drift away.
The world goes numb,
And everythig,
Becomes stone cold,
To become so numb.
The label, you call yourself,
Depression,
And maybe,
Suicidal.
You do anything,
Just to feel again.
Yoy may let blood flow,
For pain is a feeling.
Don't let those,
Thoughts take hold.
Find a star in the night,
To guide you home.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems that I have written. I am very proud of them and I ask that you please don't steal them. If you want to put one in one of your books for some unknown reason, let me know first. I'll tell you if you have permission. Als...
