What saved me from falling into madness
Was my ability to forget and forgive,
No matter how bruised, I refused sadness.
Until today, I had so much to give,
But he rejected my gifts.
I am left standing by the chasm,
Right to the edge of a cliff,
Chaos in thoughts I can't fathom.
Will he finally care if I let go?
Will I cry in pain when my body
Hit the bottom, colouring the snow
Of a vibrant crimson red?
Will he cry in my memory
Or will he just laugh and forget?
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The Darker Side
PoetryThese are darker thoughts I wrote, exploring bleaker emotions. Abuse, Broken spirit, broken heart, loss, depression, loneliness and more... I'd like to think we use negative experiences to become stronger and to develop compassion and understandin...
