As the cold darkness consumes me,
I find myself crying for the comfort of it,
I want it to take me away from the dismay,
Away from the disappointment I give to others.
Failing to ever hold my weight or speak freely in that matter,
Even in the darkness it still feels alive with its monsters of my imagination,
The inevitability of being wanted by others is unlikely,
For I'm no hero, no beauty, and no purity in my soul.
All I reveal is just the naïve and useless side of humanity in its existence.
To just form a bond will just fade or break away,
and all I am left with is the emptiness of my beautiful darkness
that takes me away from the reality of just being alone.
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My Poems
PoetryOkay I made poems that are somewhat dark and maybe sad sometimes but I was really in the zone when I was writing it. And if you ever felt this way or agree I just want to say be strong. And don't get that sappy mood. Oh and if you plagiarize I will...
