When we face the inevitable

Black side of our inner demands,

Feelings of terror chase us day and night

Oh! There is no night or day all mesh into one

Talking is usually dispatched within without substance

Crashing head first into black dismal smoggy crappy nothing

Looking at creepy faces staring back eyes half closed

I’m invisible, can’t they see me

Maybe I’m not here

My mouth moves like sandpaper, nothing comes out, only monosyllabic garbage

Everyone’s yelling “get up”

Brain shuts out, confusion turns into a blank wall

When will death rescue me, help me me

No one holds me to heal my open gashes in my soul

I’m just evil crazy nothing….


An exert from my Diary, Broken Soul


Published by KINDNESS

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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