My mind like a festering wound,
Feels like i'm being stoned.
And I feel so alone,
What I have,
Is not known.
My feelings I bemoan.
When i'm in my head,
I can't seem to get ahead.
I'm always held down,
I've ran aground,
And everyone's confound.
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Dark Places
RandomThis is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope you enjoy it as much as i do! P.S. some of the poems at the start are a little amateur. All rights reserved. Photo credit: the internet
