I don't even know what to say.
My brain
Is clouded with darkness
This darkness...
Keeps us all under
Lock and key.
Praying
On our
Every thought.
We all
Believe
We deserve
It.
The darkness has no name
Other than our own.
The darkness is you
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
