Hello.
It's me, again.
The girl who lives with sadness.
All I ever do is cry. Tears of sadness. Hopelessness.
I ask why. Why am I so sad? Why do I suffer from this? I have so many things to be grateful for yet, I'm miserable.
Why did misery choose me? What did I do to deserve this?
Darkness surrounds me like a plague. It takes me down to nothingness. I see a light but it goes further and further away as I'm sinking more and more into darkness.
What if this darkness wins and I give up? Will I finally find peace?
What will it take for this darkness to go away?
I'm so deep in this sunken place, I don't know if I can ever get back out. Lost and confused. Why does happiness elude me? Is this karma for my wrongs?
So many questions with no answers. I'm stuck.
I just want to be free. Free from sadness. Free from pain. Free from misery. My bed of black roses is near...
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Bed of Black Roses
Poetry"In my bed of black roses, I feel no sadness. I feel no pain. There is no more darkness. I feel.....at peace." -Manie Personal thoughts of a dark soul.
