As the world turns,
Time begins to slow.
The people around continue on,
I am stuck in place.
I'm faced with the past,
I'm faced with the present.
There's no where to turn,
Nowhere to run.
I plead and beg to make it all stop,
My words echo through empty minds.
This is my life,
This is my reality.
Raised to believe that I am the reason,
I am the reason for others hurt,
I am the reason for others pain,
I am the reason for others failures.
The single source to blame is me,
There's no escaping the angry voices.
The faces glaring back at me,
While the voices in my head start to speak again.
Closing my eyes to the noise,
The darkness brings peace.
The voices inside quiets,
As I drift into an eternal sleep.
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Whispers of a Tattered Heart
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry written through the journey of my life. Most of it is dark. It was and is a way of healing, being open, raw with my emotions and finding a way to make peace with it.
