I based this poem off of a dairy entry my uncle showed me he wrote after he got out of hospital. {He has paranoia, not fun.} Maybe slight trigger waring.
Dragging there nails down the halls.
Hear them banging on the doors and moaning through the wall.
There laughter in the dead of night they're everywhere yet
no where to in sight.
Jet black eye's blend with the dark, patiently they're waiting here to tear me apart.
My own blood-shod eyes are eager to meet their demise, I rock back and forth on my bed it's all clear to me now...
They're not in my head.
~C.Cecilia.
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PoetrySo, I'm new to this website and don't know much so I thought I might put some of my poem's up and see how that goes. Some poem's I write can be a bit dark or sad so I'm going to put up a trigger warning for the poems I think need it, also I write po...
