This feeling is all confusion,
My wishes of freedom are just delusions.
These feelings are so mixed up inside,
And all I really wanna do is die.
It's these thoughts in my head,
That make me wish that i was dead.
Thoughts that cut like a thousand dull blades,
Realization came,
That they were just one hundred black shades.
And i seem to be showing a huge lack,
Of self worth.
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Dark Places
RandomThis is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope you enjoy it as much as i do! P.S. some of the poems at the start are a little amateur. All rights reserved. Photo credit: the internet
