I am dark, destitute in my emotion I am queer, a prostitute in my affliction I am chained, a soul with no heart and no dignity I am madness personified, cheating my own morality. I prefer to be hated, tortured and absolutely nothing less I want you to crush me, stab me and be painfully…
Tag: depression
My Mind…
My mind is obscure, profoundly impure My heart is tormented, silent, insecure My breathing is challenged with particles of misery Searching desperately… salvation is a mystery Yet, when I am with you …when I am with you, yes when I am with you… My heart sees clarity, with unparalleled purity Your eyes, your smile, your…
