Storm

I’m sitting by myself
Thinking everything’s ok
When in reality
I’m slowly turning gray

My mind is like a storm
Fiercely trying to destroy
My inner thoughts and happiness
That hide behind my decoy

And then I start wondering
Will my head keep thundering

Yes it will
Can’t you see
I’m lashing out
I’m breaking free

My thoughts are gone
The storm’s a mess
The gray clouds
Continue to press

Written by yours truly
*bows*

3 years ago 67 views 2 frames 6 Like

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3 years ago Reply

AMAZING

3 years ago Reply

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