The Rain - 9/7/18
it's raining outside
against the window
of my room.
it's light
not heavy.
small taps on my heart
it rains harder
and harder
drumming against my door
Thunder crashes
Lightning thrashes
Tearing its way through my mind
When the storm dies down
nothing is left
but my soaked
broken
soul.
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Dark Times
PoetryA collection of poems I've wrote when at my lowest points. I post them to satisfy the need to "talk" to other people- screaming into the void, if you will. **TW: depression, suicide, self harm, sexual abuse. No need to reach out and ask if i'm okay...
