I don't know what is all this fucked up shit roaming all around, inside my head why cant i keep up with all this shit,
Why does this keep happening over and over again, am i not destined to be a person or is it the animal in me still alive,
I tried to change myself to give her all of what she could ever have, i know i have always been a psychopath but is that really my fault?
Born and brought up in such conditions i tried not to break my own heart,
Even if it could be mended was it really worth the start?
And again yet another failure to get me around a heart, that could make me feel alive or even help me get outside,
Just been burning all of this into me,
Been too long on the darker side, trying to write it all within me, just to get myself out to start.
YOU ARE READING
Solace. 🖤
RandomThe book contains abstract poetry that is made in my mind out of all my anxious thoughts. If you are someone who goes with dark stuff and could find peace in your own darkness you would be able to relate to these.
