Why do I feel so misunderstood?
Sometimes the darkness seems to be the only thing that wants you...or so it feels.
Now you want to curl up in a ball
hands clutching your head
screaming profanities,
cursing your demons-
yet grasping them oh so tightly;
you make their wrists bleed.
~yeahmybadwritingforsure
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
