This is my outlet. I know sometimes I write things that are moody and dark but this is where I go when
my pillow is tear soaked
When
I can't see even a hint of the stars
When
it's darker than dark
So excuse me
Sorry if my words offend you
But this is my way of Surviving
The Fire-breathing beast
of a mind I own.
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
