And yet I lay, feeling ashamed and betrayed. Heartbroken and lost I remain in the forest of darkness, the one that has taken so many lives, including mine. I believe there to be hope but constantly I fight for a lost cause. Hope never seems to be of reach. It is a friend I know dearly but so distantly; one that I love to feel but hate to chase. The darkness plays games with us all, with me; the darkness tortures us. My mind filled with memories and violently horrifying situations, I can't help but to break. "These are not my thoughts." I tell myself, but each and every day I find myself getting closer to the demon in me, and liking what it has to say. Silly me thinking I could have the happiness I yearn for, I could never be of that worth. Blood pours and leaves trails, but if you follow you'll find nothing but a broken blindness. Only glimpses of what we truly are, but quickly covered by nothingness. The darkness is portrayed as beautiful, but is hideous in its own mirrors. Lured in, I thought everything was going to be alright, but the truth is I have never known the feeling of alright and I never will. I was consumed before I ever knew what pain was, and since I grew knowing only that, I will never know who I am without it.
2/20/16
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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...
