Try to see the real me
Instead of just the surface
I could be happy
If these doubts didn't resurface
I only want to be me
Not influenced by anyone
I want to see clearly
With light as bright as the sun
Right now I'm in a state of night
Where no one can reach me
People try to get me to the light
But none can make me free
They try and they try
To get to me
But they always lie
To try and make me happy
I'm still stuck in the night
With no one to free me
There's no ray of light
And no chance of me being happy
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The Death Poems: Collection 2
PoetryThe second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.