The absolute betrayal of my own mind,
My dreams containing you and I intertwined.
Even if my eyes are open,
My heart and mind are broken.
I dread the moment I am asleep,
Yet when I am awake I cannot keep you buried deep.
The confusion of feeling it all again,
Wishing I had shut it all out back then.
The pieces of my heart I bared,
Shattered by the conclusion that it was not shared.
I now have to re-stitch the pieces back up,
Knowing that the cracks will be corrupt.
The walls will be built to contain the overflowing pain,
The goal of them to always remain.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
