a combination of frustration and hate
the only release for a bleeding heart
Insanity:
driven by solemn solitude.
to whom do I speak to but
white walls
screaming death sounds
like a better fate
constantly consumed:
jailed in my own mind
no outlet to vent
I cannot sustain the day
grab my shattered, spilled Walker
I slowly
c r a w l
from the torrents of tears
of a niagra filled basin
mixed stench of urine, blood, and alcohol
I drip tainted water
once clear white turns blood red
drenched, I turn in
for the night
burdened, now.
only by pain and sadness
a loneliness only felt by one
I curse the days I wake...
watch my facade spring forth
but stare
deep, in my eyes
the life behind this stony mask
unveil
that which few do see
none will observe within
as my dark period begins
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Disclaimer:
I've gotten a lot of concerned responses to this poem. I am OKAY! It is just a poem! Don't read too much in to it. But, if you are worried even with this disclaimer, please come talk to me so I can clear things up.
Once again, I am fine!
