Poetry
All I wanted was to know myself, Talked to therapists and specialists to understand my mental health, Drowned my sorrows with alcohol so I didn't feel the pain, Tried every single drug I could that might turn off my brain, Started cutting myself young so I didn'
Poetry
Her icy breath a bitter omen, The world encased, forever frozen, Gliding through the streets frost-bound, Unburdened by the lack of sound, For she is all that does remain, Of this world that winter claimed, She drifts like smoke down icy roads, Where once a sunlit river flowed, Whilom rays
Poetry
Their actions stitch our mouths tight with invisible thread, reprimanded for the thoughts that overflow in my head, Pull it tight to silence us from vocalising the truth, But they can't catch me, I'm a phantom, I refuse to be mute, I'm on the
Poetry
Days are numbered, Time moves fast, People leave, Nothing lasts, People born, People die, Don't waste life because time does fly, This life is temporary, The next may be worse, Use your time wisely, Before your rebirth, Continue your legacy, Through your child, Before your untimely demise, Recite
Poetry
I dance in a symphony of thoughts orbiting my brain, In a daze I spiral manically, Lost in a rhythm that's off key, I dance and dance trying to find balance but I lose my footing and fall to my knees, I feel the tears hit the wooden
Poetry
When I met you, flowers grew, In the darkest parts of my mind. The deepest depths, Shattered pieces, Of thoughts that went to die. Visions of violence, Cosmic despair, I always wondered why. Who could love me, The devils heir, Who would even want to try. Then I met you,
Poetry
What's the thing with flies? Going into a house with ease but not able to get out, Jets around my living room with no purpose till it dies, On my windowsill it lays until I sweep it in the bin, A life wasted, trapped, defeated all because it
Poetry
I am the looming presence within your mind, The urges you swallow but just can't hide, I'm the shadow in your room that never looks quite right, The voice that's in your head that you don't recognise, I've been watching
Poetry
I've been called selfish, I've been called ungrateful, Because I'm not exactly what they want me to be, They think I'm hellish, My opinions disgraceful, But just to make them like me I will not concede, Am I an asshole? My views
Poetry
With passion and pain I build my walls high, Carefully brick by brick I take my time, I will not stop erecting I'm not sure why, But these walls I build must touch the sky. they hide the wounds I've long concealed, the scars that time
Poetry
My soul is like a haunted house, The ghosts of my past just can't get out, With woe they roam discarded halls, Their whispers seep through crumbling walls, I light a candle to chase the shade, But shadows taunt the dreams I chase, I march toward ambitions door,
Poetry
Haunted by the old me that still roams the halls of my mind, Tormented by the memories that will never leave my side, Still bound by bygones of my youth that have long since died, No ghost of mine can swallow me I've left that life behind, If