Only have the shadows to myself
The demons within
Clawing at my throat
Some days it feels like I can't breath
Desperately searching for an escape in this
Hellish world we all must live in
Crying makes the pain worse
Sleeping helps none at all
Running is the only option
So I run from my problems
Scribbling them down on paper and tossing it into the stream
For them to be read by a stranger
The woes of my life
The troubles I've faced
The unwritten future ahead
All I can do is stare into the oblivion.
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Solving the Mystery to My Own Murder
PoetryA collection of poems of what goes on in my head. Some are self-hate filled, some are love-filled, some are based on my other works, what is going on in the world and my life... Some are relate-able, some are weird, but either way, I kind of hope y...
