Shut it out..tumbling down..I watch the beautiful site collapse..tears denied only in my heart..I mutter I can't cry no more..broken and melted..I am displayed...ashamed..only a corrupted soul only to play with .. try to fix it but it always ends up even more twisted dark and rusted..totally busted..bottled up confusion..you can't understand my way of life..I'm to hard to be with..I can't be anyone's wife..my life is a maze no-one could quite figure out ..love isn't strong enough to break me free of this terrible disease..already broken..you can't hurt me anymore!! My silent cries are never heard..my shouts of love aren't found..no hope for the hopeless..I just place this mask put on my face hoping someone is their to try to tear it off..show me this beautiful site...I lost a long time ago..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
