The things I have been through
Have been written down
If you look close enough,
You’ll see the many times
I’ve died over the years
Hands
Where they never belonged
How different I would be
If I’d had the courage to say no
But I have never been very good
At knowing what’s best for myself
Even in the moments
When I knew something was wrong
I allowed myself to go unnoticed
And chose to regret this later
The decisions I have made
Have always come at a cost
Until my soul
Was left an empty shell
I would repair this, you see
But there is very little fight
Left within these pages
Tag: dark poetry
Woe
The walls
Scream with the violence
From the cutting room floor
And I would be remiss
If I ignored the voice it deserves
But it taunts me from the corridors
Hiding behind weathered, cracked glass
Displaced eyes looking in
But never taking enough notice
My own eyes fully aware,
Still always blind to the truth