Facedown into my pillow,
Surrounded by weary shadows,
My hidden conscious I suppose,
Something locked away that I don't know how to reach,
Haunted by shadow refugees in my dreams,
They hover over while I lay on top of my bed,
Entertained by my cold mind,
My warm tears speak,
Crying is weak,
Emotions are pressed on my chest,
I'm breathing but I'm not alive,
My eyes slowly close,
And I slip into a deep, dark, red slumber.
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
