The dark hand stretches over in my mind
it strecthes more and more each day
the hand takes my thoughts day and night
it smashes my happiness to pieces
the hand takes hold of my dark times and brings them back
it breaks me down just like the day before
the thoughts overpower everything else
it is just too much for me
the tears help sometimes
it feels like flushing out the negatives
the hand is still grabbing my thoughts
it just won't give up
the trauma, the tragedies, the tears of the past
it takes hole of them all
the fear of the future
it is the worst of them all
the hand takes hold of anything
it twists and turns all of my thoughts
the thought of my death
it terrifies me and brings tears
the death of me
it could be painful or painless
the hand goes even deeper
it chokes the air out of my lungs
the night has crept through my fingers
it caused another restless night
the same one just the day before
it tires me just like everyday
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Comments1
All imma say is at the beginnings of each line capitalize the letter.
Yeah I realized after I published it I forgot to capitalize lol
LOL
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