the darkness forms around him, moving in waves all through the place.
high, low, high.
his quivering lip, dull eyes and red nose hidden in the dark.
inhale, exhale, inhale.
"it's better this way"
trying to convince himself, he repeats
"it's better this way. really. really. really"
failing, yet again
he tries to seek comfort someplace else
hands slip
falling, falling, falling
into this deep pit of despair
a different kind of darkness
crawling into a corner
head on knees, knees to chest
he repeats
over and over and over
"you can't hurt me now"
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryi could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
