words from a broken soul

Psyche

The mind within the mind is fragile yet not
My psyche became featured and broken
From the hell I left altered and numb to cold
That's what I am I'm a copy of the lad who
Choice was suicide by throwing himself in
A well deep within the psyche of this fog
And shadowed brain the pain and hatred
I'm unable to escape because both were
Branded and imprinted to my ashen soul
The abyss of that void loves making me
Remember the horrors of the past I try to
Run from till my legs grow week and give out
It's time I find the strength to be able to
Stand against the memories that I wish
Were just smoke and embers face the
Flashbacks forced onto me by the void
The mind with in the mind is fragile yet not

But I'll aways be wondering whose voice
Is the void whispering in my ear in that
Sickly tone I'll most likely never have an
Answer but that's another curse I bear no
No answers just a but too many questions
If any are answered will the curiosity begone
Or will it want more than one answer who knows
Yet the biggest curse I wear behind my eyes
It's the blood that's half dead to me that void
In my truama ridden psyche is telling me
That death is the only escape from these
Curse I've been forced to carry in my brain
In my shadows behind the mask on my face
The mind within the mind fragile yet not

My mind within the mind broke to young
I've experienced so many traumatic events
I was a kid surrounded by a nightmare who
Was masquerading as loving me yet I was
Just an object to them used for their own
Twisted pleasure the scars in and one me
What was the reasoning I was a fucking kid
Suffering and misery only constant in my
Childhood but escaped through a friend
And the fictional world's of video games
But always brought back to my reality of
Pain wishing I was dead the lad got that one
But left me in his place a copy confused on
What was going on who was I am purpose
Was lacking yet when silence was all I knew
Forced myself to carry as much pain I was
Able to so the others wouldn't suffer yet it
Broke the psyche of ours the voices I hear
They make me not feel alone because I'm
Not normal always pretending to be sane
But I'm anything but sane insanity is all I know
The mind with in the mind fragile yet not

I'm not in hell yet the wounds still fester its
Like I never truly left that hell it made me
Numb to the pain and misery around me
Yet the misery within me is all I'm aware of
The flashbacks from the past when do they
Come I'll never be aware until it's to late
They're already a knocking forcing me to
Go down the lane I wish I could burn like
I did myself because I have a fascination
With fire got burned yet I keep playing with
It especially when the depression kicks in
The battle rages on by the light of a dying
Match I continue to battle it and anxiety
In silence because I've only had myself to
Count on to comfort because I was in a
Nightmare house were Insomnia was a gift
It let me actually think no one to interrupt me
The mind within the mind fragile yet not

I made myself into a ghost observating the
World around me yet now I feel like a ghost
Puppeting a corpse that somehow has a pulse
Socializing what's that besides a skill I lack
Isolated from those around my age why is
Another question I have from growing up
I'll probably won't have the reason for that
Like I said so many questions and yet so
Little of them are ever actually answered is
That good or bad you tell me to me it's good
And yet you might think it bad in truth it's
Two sides of the same coin but who knows
Maybe one day some questions will be told
The answer but I'm not faithful if that day
Will ever truly come to be but C'est la vie
The mind within the mind fragile yet not