I am the nightmare in your sleep.
I am the secret your mind can't possibly keep.
I am the skeleton in your closet that you can't hide anymore.
I am the phantom wreaking unspeakable horror.
The guilt that has been eating at you is caused by yours truly.
IT'S ME,ONLY ME. NO ONE ELSE!
My voice reverberates through the halls we walked through.
You could feel my breath as I orate the tales of what you've done.
You stand guard at the air I compellingly commanded.
The storm I've been brewing will leave you dead and stranded.
You can't escape me, you have to pay the price.
This retaliation is an outcome of your own device.
YOU ARE READING
Journal of a Broken Person
RandomThis is a collection of my late night journal entries as I navigate through the terrible things that people have done to me. This also contains conversations with myself as I wallow in self-loathing for all the things I want it to be but can't seem...
