We find no light, only pain left and right,
We hope to find some sort of free light.
But we only find darkness all around,
Because we are oh so bound.
We know there is hope, but we do not see it,
We look desperately, but we don’t see any light in this pit.
We wish dreams would come upon us,
Our struggles we no longer want to discuss.
The dreams we hoped are heavenly dreams,
Come in constant nightmare streams.
We never know what awaits us at night,
Always knowing we will wake with a fright.
Dreams, you are never the same,
We always think you are tame.
But we are deceived by what we see,
We know only one thing, we don’t agree.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
