It's not like the films
Tears don't stream artistically down
A perfectly made up face
They flood like rivers
Down a face
That hasn't been washed in days.
Fucked up thoughts and memories
Race each other through
A mind drowning
In an ocean of its own making
The tablets sliding down my throat
Leave a sour taste.
Steel on skin and searing pain
Make sense of the pain inside
No clue where from
Or when it may go again
It makes itself at home
No matter how unwelcome.
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Poetry From An Unconventional Mind
PoetryA selection of my poetry, hope you enjoy. Many of these poems are inspired by genuine thoughts and feelings so are straight from the heart. If you like this, please check out my fanfic, The Hidden Danger, added to regularly!
