We've given up here,
It's only me
For the one's who were above us
Have left me all alone.
He's the only one now,
He moved me upstairs,
Still wondering about right now,
If they ever found the lost.
So naive I was,
Everyone was so kind
So afraid I was,
When he gave me my masks.
He watched me,
And I couldn't understand
He sat there with a smile,
How could he watch?
More and more violent it became,
From then on, the rage increased
Still I couldn't understand,
How people could be so cruel.
He wanted some help,
He wanted me
I didn't realize,
What he needed.
I stared at the ceiling,
Most every day,
Wondering what I get in return,
For this constant, everyday pain.
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Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
