I took a walk in the middle of the night
The air felt nice
I was not filled with fear nor wrought with fright
I took a walk in the middle of the night
I felt the mist upon my face
It dripped down in tiny droplets
I did not mind the slight haze as I kept my pace
I felt the mist upon my face
I let my mind run wild
The thoughts I keep to myself overtook me
I was both angry and self destructive inside for a while
I let my mind run wild
The rain began to pour
I didn’t care that I was in the middle of it
I hated myself a little more
The rain began to pour
I locked myself inside my room
The darkness gripped around me
I dripped and cried as the darkness loomed
I locked myself inside my room
About the Creator
Broken Walls
I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.
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