I'm not sure when it started
Or when I stopped
Has it stopped?
To tell the truth I really don't know
Everyday I go back and forth
It's starting to show again
I fear that I'm letting the darkness take me back over
There's no why
It's just an is
I'll get mad for no reason
Lashing out at those who I love in bursts of violence
For a while I thought I could look in the mirror
And actually smile
But I've come to realize
I don't recognise who i see looking back at me
I can't look at myself
I'm not myself
I'm not me
Who am I
How the fuck am I sposed to able to do what I have to do when I can't even get the basics down
How do you be happy
What is true happiness
Damn I sound like a whinny ass bitch
Oh well
Think whatever you want to think
But u will never know how hard it really is
To resist it
The monster who left scars who I tried so long to hide
I'm so sorry
I've hurt so many of you just by being here
I'm so sorry
Please forgive me
YOU ARE READING
The Hauntings of My Mind
RandomSo this is my book of poetry. it starts off with a few of my really old poems but I promise you they get better. sorry if the poems are a little depressed or kinda sad, when I write I put my emotions into it and usually I write best when I'm upset...
