Im locked in, secrets hidden truths or lies, I feel broken, my soul shattered still crushing against the walls of my inside, the sides of the cave, no the sides of the box, sturdy and cool, but yet my only protection against the outside world, my tainted innocence that I wear as though it is not just the image I create for myself that does not exist, I try to be here fully but its as though there is somebody calling me, inside my mind I hear the voice, come a little closer, cut a little deeper, watch the blood dripping because you are useless, You screw up, your tears mean nothing, so I do come a little closer to this truth, I am a screw up, as a follow the truth I leave pieces of myself, I've tried to fake a smile, tried to block out the pain, but in the end there was nothing much for me to do, the less I speak the less people I hurt, I'm not depressed just broken by those I love, I dance with the devil for the sensation of my deserved pain, they don't mean to hurt me, they just don't see, so I hide, for as long as I can, because I love the safety and cold of my small, very safe little box.
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Beneath my Cloak
ПоэзияLess a book then random poetry. I decided to give it a try. I write crappy poetry all the time why not share it and give it a shot to relate.
