Writings from a "demented" human being

Darkened Heart

I strive for help,

I strive for peace,

I strive for some form of emotional release,

My heart is black,

Guess there's no turning back.

Even my psychiatrist has told me that.

You see light; but I see the darkness..

My light is so dim; yet my soul so empty..

The smile I give, is all but vanity.

My life is over,

There's no coming back,

DARK is the night,

BLACK is my heart.

I need some light,

To shine my way out..

The scars I have are all important..

Each one signifying how my life has been opened..

(Yes, I have a lot of them)

First, there were scissors..

Then.. The knives...

... I even feel torn up inside..

If this is love, then to hell with it...

The most depressing feeling, is sitting right here at my doorstep..

This can never be a poem or a song,

But rather the words coming from the root of my SINS...

My heart is empty,

DARK is the night,

BLACK is my heart.

I'm in search of someone..

But I guess I'll never FIND them......