The light are on...
But I feel the Darkness...
The noises are so loud...
But everything seems dead silent...
My thoughts feel calm...
But my brain is nearly exploding...
From thoughts, plans, failed attempts and lost tracks...
I'm a mess... A chaos... A damaged brain and a broken hearted human...
I feel the Darkness creeping inside me... The pain digging deeper to my veins... My blood rushing in circles around my crushed temple...
I am a broken soul... A hopeless mind filled with six million dark wandering thoughts...
I need you to save me
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Black Ink, White mind (#1)
Poetry"Unable to decide from where to start, I hold my pen and write to heal the scars forming and shaping the flaws and imperfections that make me who I am." Warning: This work will put you down to your own thoughts and memories ⚠ ----------- Prev. #282...
