Death, violence; passion and suffering
Every day of my forsaken life.
They've been gathering since the beginning
I grew up with "family issues"
Had to deal with death
I was too young to get life yet
But Death came again, with memories of the firsts'
With no one to share with, I learned to cope
I kept my feelings to myself, smiling instead
Though the pain kept coming back
I'd just suppress it again
Until thay one night, that I crashed from within
I realized that I had been pulling away
By pushing at loved ones everyday
And reminding myself constantly how I felt
That was the night pain fought pain
Raging mental feeling tried get the upper hand
Until the physical was too much, and won out instead
The relief that left scars was shortly lived
So I did it on and on; again and again
And again
And again
12/14/2012
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoesíaA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
