You promised to always to be there for me;
But where were you
At midnight last night,
When my cheeks were streaked with black tears?
When my wrists were stained scarlet from the blood?
Where were you
When I sat, numb, staring at the wall
Because I had cried all my tears and surrendered to the emptiness?
When I was rocking back and forth
With death and oblivion in my mind and destruction in my hands?
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
