TW: Depression, Despair, Self-Harm, Suicidal Ideation, Emotional Pain, Mental Health Struggles, Dark Themes
(Hello once more, dear reader, to my somber verse, A tale far removed from joy's bright universe. Weary am I, with my muse worn and slight, Yet I hope these lines still bring some light. This poem emerges from shadows and night, Born of a heart that has known no delight. Though my hand is tired and my spirit worn thin, May you find some solace in the words herein.)
In ink and shadows, my heart is laid bare,
Lines and verses whisper secrets, if you dare.
Each word a fragment of a shattered soul,
A silent cry from the darkness, my poems toll.
My voice is lost, buried deep in despair,
But my pen bleeds truths I'm too afraid to share.
A mask I wear, a facade so strong,
Yet my writings reveal where I truly belong.
Beneath moon's glow, in midnight's embrace,
Silent wounds speak, hidden from grace.
Whispers of solace in shadows confined,
A dance with the dark, a tethered mind.
Desperation drips from every stanza's edge,
Teetering on life's fragile, wavering ledge.
Hope feels distant, a ghost out of sight,
My poetry echoes the endless night.
In verses woven with sorrow and strife,
The silent screams of a turbulent life.
Secrets and pain in metaphors lie,
Unseen battles beneath a calm sky.
A labyrinth of thoughts, twisted and torn,
In the quiet of night, where despair is born.
Yet my pen spills the truth, a reluctant plea,
My poems will tell you more than I ever could be.
The weight of shadows, the burden they bear,
In cryptic lines, my soul lays bare.
Each rhyme a whisper, a hidden sigh,
A testament of how hearts silently die.
Through silent verses, emotions flow,
An unseen struggle that none may know.
In the ink's embrace, I find my way,
Yet in darkness, I often stray.
My silent cries, my hidden plea,
In every line, you'll find a piece of me.
For my poems reveal, if you dare to see,
The depths of sorrow that define my reality.
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