It doesn't take much
a smile, a friendly touch,
or a hug filled with companionship and trust.
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But sometimes it doesn't help,
I'm screaming inside, tired of myself.
And no matter what you do, no matter what you say,
I'll writhe in pain that I cannot explain.
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Apparently I'm bitter,
oh how I wish that wasn't true.
YOU ARE READING
From the Dark of Heart
PoetryThis is my journey into the dark recesses of my mind. This is me, bared. There are also some pieces about people that have stolen a piece of my heart, and my view of a world which I don't seem to like very much anymore.
