I'm alone,
But I'm not.
Their voices ring in my ears,
Reminding me of how long I've been here.
They taunt my soul and make me tired,
While all the while,
Are simply charming.
Rain falls.
But it's not from heaven.
A cloudy place in my head.
Memory.
Sorrow.
Pain.
They're inside me but washed away by the rancor of emotion.
A perfect world,
So deep blue.
I spit and wonder how I got here,
To this place of despair,
Of hopelessness,
Of endless searching.
A search for love,
Acceptance.
And then I realize,
It's me.
I taunt myself and drag myself to a pit of despair.
I pull back Into shadows.
Into gloom.
I hate it.
But it's where I belong.
Away from the world.
Into myself.
Alone.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
