I belong nowhere and have no place to call my own,
My pathetic existence with which my life is combed,
Nowhere to go or to live or to even belong,
I wonder when things started to go so wrong.
No bed to calm my nightmares when the tears fall,
No hand to hold as my fears become towers tall.
My life is but a wasteland of failures and pain,
Perhaps my psyche has always been to blame.
My mother tried hard to make me comfortable since the split,
And all I can do is act like I'm not drowning in this pit.
Fighting her own battles along the way,
Has left me forgotten in this cave of rotting decay.
I'm not enough and never will be,
The words that come will never save me.
This deepening sadness in my soul so strong it overwhelms,
Extinguishing any urge to fight against the demons within myself.
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PoetryThis will only be updated as I write new pieces 🧩 Enjoy but conditionally, it's mostly sad content. Thank you. Microscope photograph meaningful in the sense that I am always over analyzing my life, even when I don't need to.
