There is a ruthless hand holding my heart,
It will not let me release my sorrow.
This silence kills me with it's deadly darts.
I'm not sure if I'll be here tomorrow.
I am surrounded by this emptiness,
Therefore, no one will hear me when I scream.
Here is hell; I long for an unseen bliss
As fibers of my soul tear at seams.
For me, there has never been an escape.
Everything about me reveals my fear.
All things in this hateful world lose their shape.
Finally, I now shed my final tear.
There is no regret when I plunge it in.
Blood appears as soon as I pierce the skin.
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For Those in Pain
PoetryEverybody hurts at one time or another. Life is filled with pain and sorrow. It is the darkness that clouds our minds, and attacks our hearts. Sometimes, the pain can not be adequately expressed in words. But we try to find the words to explain ours...
