When the sun beams in,
It tries to help me win.
It tries to help me fight,
By showing me the light.
But the clouds work for the darkness,
The make me feel like I am heartless.
When i deviate from the light,
I abdicate on my life.
Dark Places
By hunterlachmann
This 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... More