I wish I stayed at home that day. A day that would've kept the pain away. Cause ever since then, I've seemed to frail away.
Now every time I lay in bed. A part of me thinks back to what happened back then. I want everything just to end.
No man or god can ever fill this shame. There's no innocence that i have left to blame. It was savagely taken away from me and has left me aflame.
In the craziness of it all, it was you that preaches of peace.
Only now I am dying.
But very soon I'll be free.
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Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
