Sadness, does it truly go away?
Hurt, does it truly ever stop?
Happiness, is it real?
I thought I was escaping this cycle... the cycle I seem to always get in. Yet here I am again....
Around and around I seem to go searching for the exit...
All the signs of escape are illusions. I'm still stuck going round and round....
I'm getting dizzy, can someone help me? Show me the way out? Someone please guide me.... I'll take myself the rest of the way.... I just need out....I'm exhausted...
Take my hand and pull me out.... show me the world isn't so cruel.... show me something.... anything...
Please....
"All that's left in my heart is misery and despair...."
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Bed of Black Roses
Poetry"In my bed of black roses, I feel no sadness. I feel no pain. There is no more darkness. I feel.....at peace." -Manie Personal thoughts of a dark soul.
