She sits on the sidewalk
You wish you could be like her
Take a closer look
Look deep into her mind
A swirling storm
Crashing waves
Her mind is a godless place
Dark, twisted, scary and ill
Its like a rollercoaster
Without all the thrill
Up and down
Down
Down
Down
Up once once more
Before
Down down down
Thoughts running
A million mile pace
She can't sort them out
She's struggling
She's hurting
She's alone
And afraid
Don't wish to be her
Be happy to be you
Her problems made her sick
She just wants you to be you
YOU ARE READING
THE DEATH OF ME
PoetryPoetry about my dark, twisted past. Warning: This collection of poems contain topics such as: self harm, suicide, and self hate. Do not read if you are easily triggered by such things. If you are triggered easily, please try one of my other stories...
