Cold and alone
I lay awake
Scribbling the names
Of all of them, none I can fake
I will hold accountable
Myself above all
However it helps
To see who helped me fall
Deeper into my mistakes
My regrets
Who led me there
Without a care
They took, without concern
They took what they felt they deserved
They took what they felt was theirs
Because I said nothing
I was voiceless
I was empty
From the start, long ago
I was already empty, shallow, gone
So I felt [feel] nothing when others took
I felt nothing when I was tainted
I felt nothing when the last piece of me broke free
It all went spiralling out of control
But I was the innocent bystander
Who watched, observed
But never spoke out
I was that person, to myself
Who saw but never told
Who witnessed but never revealed
Who carried on but never moved on
And look at me now
Still empty and cold
Still shallow and used
Still spoiled
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Ethereal Abyss
PoesíaPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
