A poem dealing with an internal battle with ones self |
Silently searching for who I was, feeling so lost, almost non existent. My soul turned black, I couldn't stop it. Life swallowed me, journeying through time, no feelings; nor thoughts led me to see, the scars forming in me. As a child it started, forgetting my youth, always happy, most thought, no one could see the struggle within me. Confused, scared, alone, no place to run; the world, unknown, who could I trust? My family, wilting, already consumed, couldn't see the signs, the secret locked inside. Soon forgetting, filling up, with hurt, for years to come. Becoming a teen; was not what it seemed, it started again. Unable to tell, wanting to yell, locking it up, made wounds; cuts, hid under the skin. Emotions gone wild, fear; hate; resentment took over, numbing the pain, helped carry me through. My family seemed lost, all happening fast, they tried; so it seemed, I spoke, no action was taken; Leaving me broken, torn, filled with doubt, stuck in a maze covered in haze, I ripped them apart, by leaving them out. This path breaking me down, left me in pieces, stuck, deap; a grave, dug fresh, by life itself; alone, the world so cold. Selling my soul, young I did, created a bind, that wont subside. Now an adult, for all to see, is a shell, emotionless, blank, scared, unwhilling to heal. No strenght is shown, its carried within, they forget, what I deal with, still, unresolved; angry as ever; a cracking statue ready to break. Though time has come, to conquer myself; the demons within, I must; stand strong, learn from with in, Dont quit, no matter how hopeless; scary life gets, the keys the heart, so grab the courage, stand up, fight. Lifes been tough; but im tougher. Life tought me well; with that, my existance will be known, never forgot. My souls black, this im sure, yet my fire inside will never flicker; wither; or burn out; its fed on anger, swallowing pain, leaving hate; which gives me strength; courange; power; when all is thought left; gone and devored. |