Nonsense

This poem is what we all face sometime or another

Nothing good comes from

things that stab people mentally

Deadly knives are pointed at you

ready to strike

ready to kill

twisting and plunging

ripping the even happy moments you have

Black mist arises

emitted from yourself

the dark pool under you

ready to swallow

chained by the past

unable to let go

burning oh my dear friend

nothing can stop this now