As i sat there on the cold floor, my back pressed lightly against the wall, my head in between my hands and my thoughts running freely in every possible direction. I could see the first rays of sun coming through my bedroom's window telling me that morning soon would be here. The light was about to beat up the darkness and consume the world but funny thing, all i could see was black. And i wished it was just a little light there, just a hint to tell me that i'll find my way out of here, to escape this hell i call my mind... nothing. I wish there was someone who'd hold my hand and tell me: " You can fight this, ur strong than them."... no one. All i could do was stand there, slowly embracing in my arms the feeling of darkness, loneliness, sorrow... and finally acceptting the fact that i'm all alone.
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SILENT SCREAM
Poetrylife lately hasn't been really easy for me. stuff happened and i felt at a really dark place i still do. but my escape is writing weather is it a poem, song lyrics, a quote, anything. i wanted to let u guys inside my world, inside my mind, and share...
