The Ghosts of my past.

February 3rd, 2010- Illusions

Pain, inside these ancient lines,

I breathe, only hoping to survive.

This suffering, never ends,

I’m left here, only to pretend.

That everything will be alright.

I’m bleeding now, I’m losing sight.

I’m stuck in a daze, of discretion.

Deep inside, these limits of depression.

I see a face, but hesitate.

Confusion, delusion, more than a dark state.

Isolation again, watching from the outside.

These feelings, these cuts, I hope to override.