I am broken,
But why ever would I want to heal?
I have not spoken,
Not because I don't, but because I feel.
I am different,
But does that make me less?
My feelings are not irrelevant,
I feel the need to stress.
Am I a masochist
Because I don't try to change?
Can't i exist,
And still feel this pain?
I am dark,
And I live in fear.
I feel my aching heart,
As I just sit here.
I am unrest,
Hiding in the black.
I felt stressed,
Always hiding what I lack.
But...
I do not want to move,
Or to feel like you do.
I will not choose,
To live like you do.
I am broken.
I am different.
I am a masochist.
I am dark.
I am unrest.
I am proud.
I am me.
YOU ARE READING
Peaceful Darkness
PoesiaCollection of depressing poetry This is my story. My life laid out for you. Take from it what you will. This story is CONTINUED in "When The Sun Rises You May Ne Burned "
