Crying
My words stumble around in a silent void
The void that yanks my heart into others hands
The hands crush what was left of it
But I don't die
I have to suffer
So a sick family can seem better
I go without a soul
But a smile on my face
Just to please a sick obsession of love
Of a love I can't be part of
For pain changes according to
The amount of depression that controls me
That controls The House
The darkness seeps over the light
But I prefer eternal darkness
To the burning agony the light brings
And the searing pain that comes with departure
It's so hard
I scream and I writhe in the pain
My mind holds the agony
While franticly calming it's own self down
Unstable
I walk on eggshells
Until I crack
Oozing my final question
WHY ME?
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Darkness of the Rose
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories for humans that cannot face cruel reality. I hope that someday all reality can be faced like the fantasy we read for our souls. The beginning speaks out for women who have put themselves in a prison th...
