I first found writing in depression. Poems were my expression of inner pain to the outside and it helped me through my toughest times. Now I write somewhat often, trying to focus on the good things.-------------------------- |
As the town around me sleeps.
I surround myself in lonely weeps...
I sit alone and cold in the darkness
Never thought it would end up like this...
Here we lie
Ready to die...
Confronted by a door
As I once was before...
Heart pounds
As you near...
Locked in this fortress
Made of pure darkness...
Why should I bother
To go any further...
Confronted by a door
As I once was before...
Burning
Smell of...
Lookin' for a miracle |
Do you even care |
Silent Screams And Cries For Help Scribbled In The Blood Of Misery And Pain Never Relenting. |