How others deal, I will not know.
This pain I hold , won't let it show.
The past in me, will not erase.
I'll never own, that certain place.
My heart will beat me black and blue.
Come on death, that was your cue.
And all the ones I know and love,
Will miss me in that place above.
One day I hope, I won't awake.
For I know, I'm a mistake.
Others try to help, but it's no use.
Why must I go through this abuse?
I wish I may, I wish I might, Actually win this unfair fight.
But even in my hearts desire, all I see is scorching fire.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
