Oh the pain I feel,
I can no longer keep it sealed,
When will it happen? When will I break?
I want to die for God’s sake.
Why can’t I do anything right?
My life is no longer bright.
Depression is like a gentle kiss,
Hope dies as does my fading bliss.
My happiness is forever buried,
This guilt, I have always carried.
I don’t think I’m on the right path,
I can no longer contain my wrath.
I cannot tear down these walls,
They are my fort walls.
They have been here all along,
Even when I was not strong.
I will be forever broken,
Where is this “gold token”
The gold token of victory,
What is the real key?
I do not know the key to life.
By the sharpness of a knife,
My skin is marked with scars,
And I am stuck behind these bars.
In my hellish mind,
That will never be kind,
It will never let me go,
This pain will always be so.
What is beyond this battlefield?
I don’t know, for my mind will not yield.
Why must this torture go on?
I fear I am too far gone.
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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...
