i used to think the darkness was beautiful
but after spending so much time with it
i feel like maybe i was just corrupted.
maybe i was manipulated.
i followed the darkness,
and what i've found
left me with more wounds
than i thought possible,
inflicting more pain
than anyone should ever have to bare.
so i've come to the realization that
i have no fucking clue
and i can no longer
bring myself to care.
-i suffer and i implode and i contradict myself and i'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
the beauty of darkness
Poetry'why is it that i'm drawn to the darkness,' 'you almost saved me, but in the end, i was too far gone" a poetry book that explains all the things i never know how to say. i hope you can understand me after this. [#3 deeppoems 2/5/21] [#1 deeppoetry 1...
