THE GONE ME.

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
-poet_rypulse.