Poems from beyond the grave...

Life

The mind declines to realize that everything in this world doesn't really exist
Each time you hurt yourself, brings you closer to your lies.
The lies have begun to cloud your life.
What is truth anymore?
Is a lie really a lie?
What is a true lie?
A lie is merely a facade to fool ourselves or other people into believing something other then reality.
Life can be a lie but it can also be a blessing.
Life is a mere veil of a bigger picture. Don't give up.
We mustn't give up. The demons hide to claim your souls. Keep it. They don't deserve it.

The ones with scars are the purest ones, whether they be emotional, mental, or physical, you are all pure as the white gleaming snow. The scars don't matter, it's who you are that matters.
//Sorry kinda writers block. 😗 and a depression wave.