I'm unable to save myself.
My mind is broken,
thoughts are slipping through the cracks,
escaping into the grasp of sanity,
only to be devoured and deemed in sane.
Forever they will lie in the belly beast once told to be a savior,
Rotting.
YOU ARE READING
Dear No One
PoetryI wrote this series of poems in some of the darkest states I've ever been in. I hope my suffering comes through my writing in a way that can be understood by many. Please enjoy!
