“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
“How fervently I long for them to prove me false, to reveal a glimmer of penitence, yet the heavens grant no such mercy.” PoetryHopeLossGriefSadnessLonelinessRegretMercyNeedDark Thoughts Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind