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Its empty
A well of emptiness inside
Dreary, lonely
Like something I don’t understand
But is frighteningly familiar
No purpose, no hope
The thing craved brings your downfall
It repeats and repeats
The nothingness never changes
It doesn’t leave a mark
You don’t see it coming
You want more
But what more is there?
Wanting to run, laugh, be part of the world
The loneliness steals it
Feeds on itself
No escape from the black
No one to help
The souls of company you hate
They have what you are looking for
Disgust is too strong
Why do you torture yourself
Cries of the soul go unheard
You know there is salvation
but do you really want it?
The darkness just grows
Sucked into the black
You see the harm
You see the lies
But no escape
No one to help
Cries go unheard
Spin your head into chaos
Dying to be heard
Craving the fun and laughter of the weak
Knowing better
Is it really so much better
To not be fooled by the lies of the blind
Brings more despair than reward
How do I use the knowledge for good?
After all this world really isn’t about me
(2014)
i've never written poems, but i couldn't contain these pulls on my thoughts, writing them down brought them out and into the light.
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