I sit alone in the blinding dark.
As I feel my heart tearing apart...
Mirror Mirror
On The Wall...
Living in this jar of glass,
so detached from what's beyond...
Draw back to unknown
All these fish, swimming with their bones out...
At 12 AM, I forgot about the laundry,
still curling in the washing machine...
Today i feel nothing,
The empty shell that I've become...
Sometimes you listen to music you dont know
Sometimes you search things from the past...
I tried, tried to shelter the silence,
but these voices feel they need to...
The Point
What's the point of living...
**found, resubmitted and edited, **
When darkness guides me by the hand...
**resubmitted and edited, probably needs a lot...
Purpose discovered...
I found this poem written down, It is dedicated to...
I actually hate this poem, I like the sentiment...