Walls made of snow,
Me living within.
Don't even know
Where to begin.
Grey as steel,
Purple as the sky.
Everytime I feel,
I just want to cry.
Voices inside me
Silently screaming.
Death is all I see,
Can't affort dreaming.
YOU ARE READING
Some of my dark poems I guess
RandomIf these don't make sense it ain't my fault, my mind never made sense anyway.
