A poem (with no rhymes) I created called "Shards"
I feel like a game has been played inside me
My heart so scrambled it looks like broken shards of glass
Lost in my thoughts and emotions I try to grasp on to the little sanity I have
But I lose my grip and eventually I find myself endlessly falling
And yet I am fine with it
I don't fight the feeling I endure it
I hear the voices my mind deluded
I take a pill and then everything is still
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