I wake up on what seems to be a normal day
Despair courses through my veins. Ache lays throughout my body.
A walk through the darkness in your mind. It's different for everyone, what do you find?
Unrequited love can be murder!..
Search "#thoughtsofsteel" on YouTube to find my Spoken Word poems.
Best wishes everyone and keep writing :-)
Westley xx
..uhh...words?
im outta ideas for descriptions T^T
NOTE: This poem touches on the subject of suicidal thoughts.
Suicidal thoughts are more common than many may believe. It's sad to say that many of us will face such dark thoughts at some point during...
The peaks and highs can always have demons to make them into troughs and lows.
The train wreck of emotions left behind after being betrayed pushing you into suicidal thoughts.
My pain, my cross to bear . Just let me burn. A Original, short gothic poem written from the POV of a long-suffering person who feels their anguish is well deserved. Partly inspired by own experience...
Time passes by... so they say... It has been almost a trilogy of years now. Now I write it for real, the indecisiveness proves me clean, the boredom, the self-awareness... the sweaty palms and dry mou...
Despair courses through my veins. Ache lays throughout my body.
A walk through the darkness in your mind. It's different for everyone, what do you find?
Unrequited love can be murder!..
Search "#thoughtsofsteel" on YouTube to find my Spoken Word poems.
Best wishes everyone and keep writing :-)
Westley xx
..uhh...words?
im outta ideas for descriptions T^T
NOTE: This poem touches on the subject of suicidal thoughts.
Suicidal thoughts are more common than many may believe. It's sad to say that many of us will face such dark thoughts at some point during...
The peaks and highs can always have demons to make them into troughs and lows.
The train wreck of emotions left behind after being betrayed pushing you into suicidal thoughts.
My pain, my cross to bear . Just let me burn. A Original, short gothic poem written from the POV of a long-suffering person who feels their anguish is well deserved. Partly inspired by own experience...
Time passes by... so they say... It has been almost a trilogy of years now. Now I write it for real, the indecisiveness proves me clean, the boredom, the self-awareness... the sweaty palms and dry mou...