Finding new ways of harm
New ways for the pain to exit my body
Forming new bumps and bruises
Scars for all those memories long gone
But in the moment
They are very fresh and new
Not memories...a reality
A cold harsh reality
Where I get stepped over
A reality where I get ignored
Where I'm the wallflower
And I suffer through this reality
Not knowing yet to embrace it
Not knowing to accept myself
Before others can accept me
No knowledge of a home
A real home
Where pain and starving to sleep don't exist
In a terrible home where my lost soul
Can't find any form of rest
I look for ways out
An exit
But there is no illuminated sign for me to follow
There is no light to guide my way
I'm staggering through the dark and hoping
Just hoping that I'll find the right door
But it never comes
I keep searching
And scanning
But there's nothing
Only darkness and a new feeling
Of pure hopelessness
There is no escape from my mind
No relax for my tiring thoughts
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Poems by Me
PoesíaA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
