• rohant 5w


    My emptiness is enough to
    express my bed of thrones,
    I don't need light anymore because
    My wounded soul lives
    in darkness , wrapped in chains like a whore

    Now my brain floats
    within the dark house that has no
    windows or a door , only mirrors to reflect the tears as I cry with laughter loudly.
    It's hard to see a way out , isn't it?
    I'm really missing me , the old me ,
    the happy me , the part of myself that's gone, the gone me