Maps Engraved in my Skull
There are maps engraved.
inside my skull.
Behind my eyes,
A waterfall.
Of all the tears.
I haven't shed.
And many years,
Wishing I were dead.
Too many worlds,
Live in my head.
I want them gone.
I wanted to rest.
Please just let me,
Go to bed.
I'm tired of pain.
And the color red.
This poem is about:
Me
My family