And yet I don't want to share with others the experiences recently attacking me. Ashamed and embarrassed I feel as to of them being so proud for what I've gained. Though they never know of the pain brought upon me from what I've gained. They don't know the truth. I keep it hidden as a mysterious and deadly truth. One that kills you but should be known by all. To shut myself out and keep away from all, I fall into a hole of despair I once called home. My home is where I've spent most of my time. home is where I've spent all of my fighting. And my home is where I've spent all of my dying. Breathing to bleed again I reach into my soul to bring back bloodied hands with a darkness so terrifying it would scare the devil. Maybe that's just it. Maybe it's the devil within me and my thoughts. I could never tell others of my present or of my true presence. My past I am eager to share, but my present I'd rather keep to myself, so that I can die quietly. So that I can fade without a fight. To finally disappear with all of my pain, I will hold my tongue so that no one can hear my name.
10/22/15
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PuisiTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...
