“This is not life. This is not living. This is a prison, where the bars are my own ribs, where my heart is held captive. I scream inside this skull, but the sound loops endlessly, fading into the vast emptiness. I do not belong here. I do not belong anywhere.” MindSadnessDespairDepressionThoughtsPoemsMentalDark Poems Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind
“I am a passenger in this body, an outsider tethered to something that is not mine. Every motion feels rehearsed, as though I am mimicking a script written for someone else. The flesh betrays me with its weight, its ache, its relentless demand for existence.” MindBodyPainSadnessHumanFleshWoundsPoemsRawDark Thoughts Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind
“I hope hell exists, if only to meet you there, where we might transcend the sins of our flesh and the torment of our insufferable deeds.” MindPoetryHellSadReligion And PhiloshophyDark Literature Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind