I keep looking for ways...
let me out!
The me I know is dead...
Left is the me I pretend to be,
Phaseless;
like nothing can be wrong...
But that's not it,
I'm only hanging on...
Onto darkness,
Onto nothing...
Myself is dead,
dead within.
My soul is shattered...
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies in the Dark
PoetryJust a lot of my poems from some of my early-late teen years and maybe a couple will be added from the present.