A dark emotional struggle. |
Rooted by Depths of Despair The depths of despair run deep, Through my veins to my soul. My facade is what I let you see, The truth of who I am disgusts me. I can feel the world, twirling around me, Passing me by with each breath I take. I feel rooted in place unable to move, Planted in the ground like a tree. I raise my arms high, Wondering if I can reach the heavens. Listening to the loudest sound, silence Which rules my existence. No one can see, I will not let them. Shame is my heaviest burden, I cannot even admit it to myself, The truth about what I have done. My true nature is shown to me, Through sprout and decay, which follow me. I am encircled in darkness when I allow The facade to slip through. There are moments I am in, Deep within my tortourous self. Having a two-sided conversation in my head, Never concluding anything. I continue to rot in the damage, It is my creation, no one else is to blame. I can get out anytime, right now, I do not want to. 28 Lines |