Broken Poetry

Dark Games

The darkness from within grows stronger with every passing daylight, it's still something I struggle with yet no matter how hard I try to let the light in, I always find myself crying in the darkness that never existed. It's a painful loneliness, one that confuses you when you're around so many people that love you, yet you still feel the ache for friendship. Like a dark room with only one small door, it's a harsh journey to find find your way out when you constantly keep walking in the wrong direction, and with every object you hit, your will to keep moving grows smaller and smaller until nothing is left. It's like a game, an impossible one to beat. There are times where I can see the light in my imagination, a dream that I wish to come true, a vision of the future that may never exist for I have given up on trying to find my way out. So I lay in this room, slowly rotting away from reality and into this evil darkness that consumes my very existence, but, one day I see a small light. Not one of imagination, not one of a vision nor a wish, but as the door slowly opens, a crack of light enters the empty room, and the face of my energetic self peeps through the door.

I've been saved from myself, by myself.