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My Own Hell
I have become a very private person because I was told to be.
I face everything alone because I was told that is how it is done.
I am quiet about anything important to me now because I was told no one cares
or wants to hear it anyways.
I depend on no one no matter how hard things get because I was told no one
is willing to save me.
When I go through my anguish and no one knows why I died, they will only
have themselves to blame for my silence.
They told me all these things which left them out in the cold
with everyone else as well. Unknowing, uncaring and undeserving.
For my Battle is my own and no one will be my support, comfort, or shining
light.
For this, I give up my urge to fight and down I go into my own spiraling,
blackened abyss.
It is mine and mine alone. Hello darkness my old friend, keep me in your loving
arms for I am yours now forever.
My Own Hell
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