I sit there, silent and alone
No thoughts run through my mind
Just a dark cloud ravaging from corner to corner
Make it stop, please
Music numbs my ears and carries me away
Not a coping mechanism, but rather,
An escape, hoping not to return
Make it stop, please
Smoking nicotine every ten seconds
Destroying my lungs, but liking the feeling
The sight of smoke easing negativity
Make it stop, please
Why continue on a path like this?
Through thorns and rubbish grounds
Scars in visions from my mind
Make it stop, please
Too large of a shadow
Looming across grey matter
No sight of light to ever escape
Make it stop, please
Let this be my paper and allow my mind to release darkness.
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