No one cares about me.
No one will catch me.
No one else understands.
That is what the voices say,
the voices that hide in the dark.
The shadows.
I hate them so much.
I just want to feel good again.
Beautiful.
Loved.
Unbroken.
But every time I start to love myself,
they tear me down again.
I want to run.
To hide.
To... die.
But even then,
I'll always be surrounded by
those fucking shadows.
I want to forget,
and just stay here in your light,
your warmth,
the hope I feel in your arms.
But you'll never stay.
Because someone as bright
and beautiful as you
can't stay in the dark but so long.
I'm fighting for us,
but it's a battle I'm destined
to lose, to die fighting.
Because you can't stand the dark.
I was born in shadows.
I am nothing but a shadow...
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Musings of the Insane
PoesíaThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.