Ok, so this is one of the first poems I ever wrote.
It's kind of sad; 'cause I wrote it at a very bad time of my life. Kind of a dark-period kind of thing. Yes. Depression. Whatever, hah!
Please do not steal this. If you'd like to use it, please inform me. Thank you!
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I
run,
I keep on running...
I
scream,
But no one hears my screaming.
I
cry,
And tears roll down my cheeks.
I shake as
darkness overtakes me,
But still no one’s there!
I look around to all the familiar faces around me,
The tears, still running down my face…
The blood, still dripping from my unhealed wounds…
They stare at me in awe;
With fake concerned looks,
Drawn upon their fake faces…
The truth is, I see right through them.
To them I’m so small;
So whiny, sobby and silly!
It’s because they don’t know me…
They don’t know the way I think;
Nor the worlds I created outta my loneliness.
Darkness is scary,
But not to me.
I’ve been there,
Pitch black that you hardly see.
Opening your eyes to the light will hurt;
But closing your eyes to the darkness won’t...
My imaginary is my only true friend.
My dark worlds are my only home.
I close my eyes to the only truth I’ve known,
No one’s ever good enough for me.
Not because I’m too good for everyone...
It’s because they chose not to know me.
They judged the shell I wore and ignored my inner shadows...