If there is such a thing as hope,
I do not feel it.
I do not see it.
Now, I do not want this hope.
If there was such a thing as peace,
I feel as if I will never see it.
I fear that I will never feel it.
Do I want peace?
If there is such a thing as God,
I doubt He has been there,
For I am not worth helping.
Who will ever help me?
But let us be done with “such a thing”
For during out fearsome struggles,
We have no strength or time,
To think about “such a thing”
We are too caught up in our emotions
Our never ending chaotic emotions,
That always control our heart,
And also our mind.
I fear that I won’t be free.
Never in my life will I be free.
I do not see that moment,
Not even a sliver of it.
If there is such a thing as freedom,
I do not see it.
Nor do I feel it.
I doubt freedom is in my path.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
