Mirror on my side.
Walls paper thin.
Empty shell on a bike.
Soulless soul count to ten.
Read my words
and hear my sorrow.
See as I have seen
into the depths of hell.
Serotonin flows within me once again
as I write this poem.
A soul filled soul
breaths once again.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC