The Blind Truth
All you can hear is silence.
All you can see is nothing.
Its like you’re all alone.
Cast off to the side to be forgotten.
Abandoned.
One begins to be filled with rage.
So much that it blinds you.
Others were blinded with indifference.
Once you reveal yourself they finally see you.
But do you see them?
They seem worried.
Do you care?
Do you have anything left inside?
Are you just a shell of your old self?
Are you so blinded that you can’t forgive & forget?
What’s funny is the blind truth.
The truth, when you strive for attention yet you’re ignored.
And when you want to be forgotten, others finally notice you.
Either way its a cruel cycle, and both sides will suffer.
That is the blind truth.
Pretty painful isn’t it?
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My Dark Descent
PoetryI wrote this in a journal that I started in 2012. This was my descent into darkness.
