I finally find my foothold,
In this darkness that's life.
For it to be ripped out from under,
With no chance to recover.
Foundation destroyed,
My hearts being corrupted.
No contact for 3 months,
My life will surely end.
No way to discuss,
My suicidal woes.
No friends to talk out,
The knives I hold.
I'll recede into habits,
Hurt myself in the outside.
Have to match my wrists,
To my inner demons.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Who is He?
PoesíaA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
