I don't like being alone.. I don't like still or the quiet.
It's too easy to slip into my mind.. it's cold and dark.
It's the kinda place no one wants to be.. not even me!
Easy to travel my thoughts.. a path twisted and long.
It leads me into my memories.. broken and painful..
I wish I could look away, not wanting to relive them
And yet, I replay them.. one after the other..
A Tsunami of emotions crashing into me non-stop!
Crushing me.. drowning me.. I can't breathe!!
I slowly walk a path carved by sorrow and destruction
Carefully, I sort through the debris of a shattered life..
The life that I used to have.. the life of a long lost me..
I try my best to clean up and make repairs, but I can't.
It just falls apart again.. no matter how hard I try..
All I can do is wonder; how damaged am I really?
Am I easy to break.. or was I broken to begin with?
I hide it all; the damage, the pain, the anxiety and fear.
I hide it because I don't have a choice.. I can't be weak.
I smile and laugh because I'm supposed to be happy.
As the saying goes.. fake it until you make it..
So I'll fake my happiness until I finally reach it.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
