As I space out into the empty void,
Retiring into the dark corner of my mind,
By the quiet hell of regrets that keeps me up at night,
The one with my favorite demons.
I wonder if the council of voices in my head will ever quiet down,
Ever reach a conclusion to the pointless debt over which one of them is the real me,
Because I have long since given up on finding myself.
I am a lost boy,
With my head so far up in the clouds that I know I will neverland.
A ship wrecked sailor,
With a broken campus,
Trying to find my way home under a starless sky,
While slowly recovering from the persistent mutinies of my heart.
I have cut my wrists chasing after broken dreams,
I have bled out all the reasons I had left to trust again,
Now all that remains is the paranoia courses through my veins,
And the voices,
The voices that whisper sweet nothings into the graveyard of secrets I have tacked under my sleeve,
Everyday it gets harder and harder to believe,
To see the light at the end of the tunnel,
To hold on to the helium of hope that once lifted my soul,
Just look into my eyes and tell me what you see,
Tell me if these windows show you anything that resembles the crooked smile of my face,
Is it even possible to feel so out of place,
in one's own skin?
I need a reason to believe,
To escape the dark spaces,
A reason to find myself once again.
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Life: A Journey
Poetry"...because life sucks but that's life, unfair, unreasonable and wholly choatic but that's okay. Because it's not life that makes life worth living." - Author ("Life.. Sucks!") This is a collection of poems written by a poet that aims at trying to a...
