My mind is a road avoided by many for it’s so dark and twisted
Sometimes I dream of murder,
Sometimes I dream of pain.
After going suicidal
I probably am going insane.
My friends are never there to help me
Or that is what it seems.
I think I’m stuck in this fantasy world,
Filled with nothing but bad dreams.
I could no longer express myself,
for no words will come out.
Whenever I look in the mirror
I see a girl filled with hate and doubt.
Regret, Anger and Despair
Are all that I can feel
I walk in this world alone,
Not sure if everything I see is real.
Day by day I see agonizing people,
and a world trying to cope.
But despite all the crazy,
This mind still has a bit of hope.
Hope can be as small as a pebble,
So look around and maybe it you’ll find.
A little advice for those like me,
Who suffers from the same psychotic mind.