The lonely poet

my mind

My  mind  is  hot  my  mind  is  cold my mind  is  a  dark  formidable  place  that  should  never  be  told , the things  that  are  going through  it  are  to much  for  me to behold my mind is a mess a fucked up black hole, my mind is so full of so much horrible  stuff  I feel  I  can\'t  take  it  I\'ve  really  had  enough, life is so cruel  to  give  me  this  head  fuck this messed  up  mind  I\'d  rather  be  dead, i wouldn\'t  wish  this  torment  on any one els this mind is mine to carry  me all by myself . .