The silence burns my ears
Far worse than any noise
Could ever hurtThe air is heavy
Despair leeches from my soul
It bleeds into meThinking is like gunpowder
Ignited by the silence
Exploding into actionThoughtlessly
I get out of bed
And in the pressing, silent darknessI reach
I hurt
I bleedYet the pain,
It remains
Endless.
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[ R E A C H ]
PoetryA compilation of poems from me, a boy with a fragile psyche, and an even more fragile sense of reality. These are my view, my perception of reality. Topics range from anything from depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, alcoholism, nightmares, and...