True, I haven't had What you call a rough life And probably don't have what you call A tortured soul. But I've been through my share. Not all earth shaking and disparing But it's been enough To make me stay up all night And get lost in these disturbing thoughts. No, not of suicide No, they got much worse. I dove into my soul Into my mind And saw a side that had been left unseen. The attic, shall we say Secrets and thoughts that were safely put away. I ripped open boxes And I still don't like What I saw that night.Birth sign: Gemini
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