Watching people live their lives hurts.
As I watch, I end up feeling isolated, alone.
I have no one to care for me like them.
They live their lives, talking and laughing.
Completely unaware of the horrors beyond the black veil.
But I know.
I live beyond that veil.
In the dark abyss of a broken home and family.
The scars received never heal and stain the skin.
What they call ugly, I call a lesson.
What they call repulsive, I call my life support.
They can never understand the pain beyond the veil.
What they call torture, I call sweet pain.
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
