I am a seminar
Of live nightmares,
Tear soaked dreams,
A warm blanket of hurt
Created by my silent screams,
Misleading hope
Lead to whispers of little no's,
I am the undeniable rights
Weathered away by manipulators
Until I'm nothing left
But dust molded into a lair,
Lost questioning every 'what if'
That would've ended in
me being innocent,
I am a constant reminder,
Scars stained with a horrible red
From memories that only I can see,
With a simple phone call
I know he's unglitily free
Probably fanizating it all,
His evil inside that laided
Resembles of a bomb
That slowly ticked on his off time,
Here I am stuck wondering
Until the day
He explodes and molds his greedy hands
To my skin as if it were his own,
Expect it's not his touch this time
But the same murderous evil
I am the loneliness of feeling empty
In a room of loved ones,
Where I've become
the elephant in the room
That my secrets hide from
And your afraid to step on my truth
Still, I can not seem to tell
the difference of
Faking it
Or trying
I'm only lost in the space in between
Just floating in absolute nothing
Yet feeling the tragedy of everything
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
