I Am BrokenA Poem by Airilawhat purpose do i serve here? what is my true task? these questions i ask myself everyday with no answer. i find myself drifting further away from the truth. true love. i wonder what that is at times. i say i found it but then i don't know... how can i be enlightened if i can't even find the f*****g light to true enlightenment. this isn't normal and i feel trapped and alone.... lying here in the dark, wondering if I'll make it through...hoping for some relief but nothing. i feel like a broken down car.... on its last leg, no hope for repair.... but then I've always been this way. no one really noticed. i sit here trying to get rid of the pain....so i cause more pain to cancel it out... i watch tiny spots of red flow out and i think to myself ''I've broken the Wicca n reed" but with every wound...brings pleasure....in essence i feel myself betraying the goddess....wondering what will happen if... if... let me not think it © 2009 Airila |
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Added on November 11, 2009 AuthorAirilaKingston, JamaicaAboutWhat is there really to say about me? I don't believe in confirmation to society's norms. You are who you choose to be. Me? I'm the passionately passionate object of your passion. I am who you think y.. more..Writing
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