No Escape

Self Loathing

I’m alone in a darkened room

Laying curled up on the floor

With silence haunting; heavy clouds

The rain bleeds down, ever more.


The cold air slithers round

 Wrapping its eager piercing claws

Around my throat, so tightly bound

Numbing my heart of everything but flaws


Tears stream like rivers

Out of my blackened waterfall spouts

Damning the world of happiness

While I’m living in my world of doubt


This floor is cracked and jaded

This soul a mirror of what’s felt

Erasing all the good that lay prints

Searching for hidden sunshine to melt












Dont_punch_grandpa's picture


This is amazing, I had to step back and reread this atleast 5 times. So dark and detailed I can only speculate you know these feelings well and broke them down and bled them to paper. Amazing

"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin 

truthintragedies's picture

Thanks so much. <3  Sometimes

Thanks so much. <3  Sometimes writing is the only way I feel some sort of relief. Thanks for taking the time to read some of my writing. 

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truthintragedies's picture

Thanks Carcass :) It's nice

Thanks Carcass :) It's nice knowing someone digs my writing. 

**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**

Carcass's picture

Your writing style is very

Your writing style is very creative, I'll definitely be reading more of your work