I feel empty inside,
Wallowing in my own self pity.
Everything seems to turn out wrong,
No matter what I do.
Why must I feel this way?
Always self doubting . . .
It gets tiring after awhile,
Being in a constant state of misery.
I hate feeling this way,
But there's nothing I can do.
Please save me,
From my own darkness.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Fields of Thought
PoesíaJust a collection of my poems. I hope you enjoy :) Note: poems marked with an * indicate a trigger warning and should be read with caution. The warning could be anything from depressive topics to death and suicide - even some swearing. ©Bethraylene
