Buried deepA Poem by unspoken_heroLife isn't always fairHappiness, caring, delight, and joy people see in my eyes. Ha! If only it were true. Physically I look fine yet people don't see behind the facade, the true me. I reside in a hell of my own design. Forsaken by family friends and all those I held close. My lost soul forever burning. Will I ever leave I always thought. Will a bleeding wrist or a bullet really make me leave? But at what price? I am alone in my own design. Damned with the the pain of life. My dark soul blackened by darkness, despair,my longing for death,my life filled with nothing but my own mortal strife. The pain spreading to my heart, now black as night and still as death it self. Will the pain ever ease? Where will I find redemption of my lies and guilt? Buried deep in my soul, intensified in my hell. As time passes, I finally decide I'm willing to pay the price. With a few drinks later, and a gunshot ill finally be free. As the gun fires I enter a deep blissful sleep, never to be disturbed finally I am at peace... © 2013 unspoken_heroAuthor's Note
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