I stand alone again and search deep within myself
I am searching for resolve
I am in agony
I am at peace
I am at war
I am bleeding
I am healing
I am alive
I am dead
I am helpless
I have to get over this
I am not getting over this
I have to move on
I can't move on
I have to be at peace
There is no peace
I have hope
There is no hope
God help me
God hates me
Beautiful memories full of pain
Moments of clarity shadowed by hate
Again and again, my mind is at war
For how long will I be torn
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Newton's Cradle
PoetryThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.
