the day is full
of happiness and joy
heavenly
but at night
when you lay
in your bed and
stare at the ceiling
the internal demons
eat away at what's
left of my scattered
brain and my
disheveled heart.
-
my thoughts are drowned out by my cries
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
