I feel like I'm locked in a cage, trapped in the dark...
I'm so tired of fighting the same damn war...
Every night I try and I try... I fight and I fight...
I fight even though I don't remember why...
They tell me to let go of the past,
Because it's only holding me back.
Burn the untold stories.. forget all those memories;
Because you don't need them anyway.. right?
But the thing is.. if the past is all I have left,
What makes you think I should burn the stories??
Why would I try to forget the broken memories??
I'm supposed to learn from it all.. right??
I fight the monsters during the day...
And every night I try to keep the demons at bay...
But no matter what I do or say, it's not enough...
Because the tears still slip past my mask anyway...
What's the cost of this godforsaken war?
The cost is me feeling myself slowly slipping away
It's me.. cutting myself down every chance I get...
Don't worry though..you can't even see the scars.
Because they're all on the inside of me...
You don't need to worry about me...
I'm not sick, insane, or dying,
I'm just in so much pain, pain that you can't see...
But I'm strong, right? I can deal with it, right?
I can handle it.. even though I'm drowning inside, right?
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoesíaI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
