I'm sinking
Spiraling down
Down
Down
Catching fire to the demons that can not be drowned and yet
And yet
Still I fall
Landing hard
Harder than I ever have
Different
I am numb, to the pain and the disappointment, the guilt
My fault
All my fault
YOU ARE READING
Drunk Minds Speak Sober Souls
PoetryThe beautiful thing about poetry is the fact that it's all emotion turned into word. These are just some ramblings that I had to get out of my mind before they drove me insane, sometimes they're a bit poetic. Feedback is greatly appreciated! :0)
