It hurts, it stabs
Your name hurts so bad
When I see or I think,
I fall down under and I sink
Drowning in despair,
Hell is beyond repair.
Anxiety gives and it fills
Darkness within my heart, it kills
My soul is broken and dead
But nowhere near as bad as my head
I try to ignore, to bottle and hide
But yesterday, again, I died
And today I will too.
The pain is true,
The deathly blue
Hollowed and followed
Tears are swallowed
Dying inside, slowly wither and decay
This is what I get, this is everyone's repay
I deserve, and I reserve
The pain to preserve
Because all I know,
And all I can feel
Is that death
Is too close to be real.
11/29/16
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PoetryTW: 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...
