Dark days
By Joanne •
So much I want to say,
so much I never will,
I want to tell you all,
the hell that I live in.
What it’s like to be me,
knowing all you dread,
laying before your eyes,
wishing it were dead.
The darkness surrounds you,
swallowing happiness,
making you look a fool,
making you feel alone.
Wishing for an end,
to the sickness within,
waiting for the light,
only redemption can bring.