I like to draw life
I use Ink
Because it reminds me
Of how dark life
Really is
I feel like I'm drowning
In ink or well thoughts
Though they might aswell
have been ink
Because they are just as dark
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
