I cringe at what I was, what I became
How I wallowed in the self pity, let that stain
The beauty that I once contained
The awful reality of it, is that I just love my own suffering
I feed on it, I thrive in the shadows
I am the helpless victim, my heart ultimately hollow
I know the strength within me
If I once was, I can again become
And no one can stop me, not even myself
The ending is far enough to ignore for now
And my minutes are ticking, my valuable time was lost
Lost on a boy who I thought I loved
But it turns out, I have never truly felt loves cut
Because I never learnt to love, only to inflict pain
On myself, on others, on him
All his damage was of my own doing
Because I let him
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Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry 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...
