Broken Mind, split in twain
Nothing will remain the same.
I hate these thoughts
They make me cry.
They say who cares
If you would die.
"I would care!"
I try to say
But the voices won't listen
To another way.
"You don't matter.
No one cares."
A fog surrounds
My mind is bare.
Two in one,
Myself and I
My body a shell,
My spirit, alive.
However, not well.
I'm fighting my thoughts
The doubt and fear.
I can't let them steer
I'm fighting myself
And I'm losing.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
