I wear a mask as a shadow of sorrow passes through my dark mind,
These awful thoughts forever seeming to churn in my twisted mind,
As I want to scream, instead I drown in my weakness and insanity of pain,
My heart pounds in my chest as I know my death will be coming, and dread seems to fill every last corner of me,
I simply can't do anything except accept my destined fate of cruelty that lies beyond, so I shut myself off as well and wear a mask in place,
The pain stings my wrists into a crimson red, and as my blood boils in anger, I can only cry for the unstoppable crimson tears running down my hands,
As I'm dying, a single perfect moment of bliss goes through my head, I wish for it to come back, so I cry crimson again,
When those I wish to accept me peer at my mask, I let them see in place a smile, a laugh, a loving friendly face, but no one knows what deadly thoughts churn in my head,
The thoughts cloud my head as I make my path down again everyday...everyday...
For those who know of my mask, keep still and have a steely silence, and a cold gaze,
"Why must this go on?"
I finally draw the last of crimson tears, before I let go into my final abyss of peaceful grace...and then silence is forever
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beautifully broken
HorrorI hope that whom ever reads this story, will like it. please comment and vote, these are beautiful short stories and poems in free verse. i can never know what pain you guys went through, and neither can you feel my pain, but i hope to comfort you a...
