Pain does not apply
Cold is how I feel.
Emptiness is what occupies my mind.
Lonliness is the only thing that I enjoy.
Numbness is my best friend.
Deceit is my armor.
Minipulation is my sheild.
And my memories are forgotten,
but that would be a lie.
Memories are my nightmares.
Nightmares are my motivation to be like this.
Depression is my excuse.
Peace is my facade.
Happiness is my illusion.
People ask me
'Is that how you hide from the pain?'
That makes me confused.
Confusion is my enemy.
I say 'What pain?' .
Pain does not apply.
Emotion's is not in my vocabulary.
I was shaped,
remodeled to reflect what had been done.
My thoughts are not innocent,
they are made out of the bitterness of what has been done.
Not the pain, not the horror,
but the bitterness.
I am familiar with Violation.
Pain does not apply.
It never has.
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Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
