Dark? Light?
What is real?
What is fake?
Why can't I decide for my self?
Why won't these voices leave me alone?
Why can't I see the light?
I'm worn out.
I can't fight.
Darkness is consuming me.
I don't want this anymore.
Everyday hearing the same sentence over and over again I my mind
From a song I once heard.
'They think your crazy
They think your mad
They call you stupid,
Worthless,
Tell you your not worth it'
People tell it to me
Every day
As a 'joke'
But if you hear the same 'joke'
Everyday
Over and over again
It isn't funny anymore
But a fake smile is what I return
And I can say
I'm a good lier
But,
Maybe to good.
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Dark poems
PoetryHere are some dark poems I wrote. Mostly about my life. 14-5-2019 - although my views and outlook on life have changed since the day I posted these, I will keep this work public, because to me it shows how far I've come throughout the years and remi...
