sometimes i feel
there's no in between
for people like me
always on the brink of despair
scraping the edge of hysteria
grasping for straws, hoping
to feel better - or better yet
reaffirm i'm beyond repair
but what does it matter,
tell me what's the difference
between being blinded by light
or the darkness of the night
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetryshort stories, poetry and other nonsense. mostly lowercase thoughts.
