Thoughts that filled my brain
They wish that I did not
Put myself through all this pain
And hate myself a lot
But those thoughts always run
When the darkness returns
It tells me that I'm done
And turns its back on my concerns
I prefer to not feel too much
I'd rather calmly perceive
But my brain always stays in touch
By making me want to leave
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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...
