Lost in a world where pain lurks behind every corner from a young age the monsters under the bed were not a mere figment of an imagination
They existed.... walking around in human form laughing in your face taking off the masks at night revealing the trueness that was skin deep.
Innocence viciously stolen never once again to be restored the changes can be seen yet no one notices the pain oh the pain the eyes held so much pain yet the ones who should've noticed never once said a thing
Possibly from pure ignorance or the fact of pretending either way the pain is being pushed down way deep within. It never stops, want it to stop but once it began never seemed to finish just a bad movie plot lost with no ending or beginning let alone a middle brought up to be let down from start only to never finish
The thoughts are persuasive pushing towards the edge once again wake up and realize that's exactly what happens this thing of pain can kill or heal depending on terms of wanting to be killed you must fight those demons pushing from deep within tell them bitches back up you're just misunderstood for the moment in a flash they laugh and scream "WE WILL BE BACK" don't fool yourself its our game and you're the pawn being used play by the rules or get screwed in the process make a choice young one this is only for a moment numb yourself away to feel nothing but the numb numb be locked up walk away and fight one be the strong one and don't look away take the easy way out regret it each day as the blocks watch and stare shaking the shadows walking in despair from the pain caused by the fallen star never wished upon at night tried to touch it one time and got caught up in a fight when the love finally reached it broke into a million and one pieces with the hope lost in a whirl pool of evil thoughts that should've been locked away for causing such sin what to say how the hell am I suppose to look away ?
When you see the potential staring you in the eye have it wanting to break like a glass being broken against a wall I stare back wondering why couldn't it all be stopped even fixed anything done to have one good beautiful cherished moment again. Once its gone the holes begin to deepen never filled again just left to be seen by those who are hopeless
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Perception
PoetryConstantly thoughts circulate throughout my mind and rarely do I find the time to allow them to come alive. Throwing the words on paper, giving meaning to each line giving it a pulse so you know its alive. I decided to take the time and create a boo...
