Welcome to the haunting
A world filled with lies and fears
Fazed hearts and broken dreams
Feeling of terror in myself, like it's a part of me
Erie of the night, living in the darkness
Hiding behind the curtains
My fragile face won't show
My pneuma about to escape, dying to slow
I have been hurt numerous times
Life has been hard and unkind
Looking for clues but I was running out of time
It's a correlation between my sin and my guilt
I'm a revelation in this pyramid of pain I've built
Trying to break the norm and rebuild
But these thoughts in my head left me confused
I feel the calm set upon me
I can feel it start to kill me
As I take my chains
This is my dark prison
There is no cure
In the haunting, this is what I endure
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.
