I am a spawning ground of sorrow Never wanting to wake for tomorrow For I will always bear this cerebral chaos It shall deem me an inferior loss I refuse to make visit of the lost and found I would only see my tattered mind strewn upon the ground If it were pieced - it would not be welcome back nonetheless For confusion has found it’s home here in distress I retain enough sanity to function day to day Ever crawling back home to my emptiness to stay Shackled in this void that’s hollowing my heart Consumed further by the gripping cold that tears it apart In desperation I return to the approaching nothingness to dwell Waiting and wondering of escape from the mental hell
Reason for writing:
...life...loneliness...many many things...
Birth sign: Taurus
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