I gasp for air with no result
I slip further away
Thoughts that now feel like a cult
They all came out to play
Drowning in a sea of sadness
Destruction as its goal
My brain turned into madness
That now has all control
I swim without moving
I scream without sound
I try to be approving
Of the fact I won't be found
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
