My pain

haleyalexis

Someone once said "Forgive them, don't be angry"

My mind drew a blank canvas

My life was full of black paint

My thoughts devoured my body and mind

I'd wake, from my failed attempt at death

When my pain kept growing

It had grown taller than a tree

I was an empty glass full of cracks

But it was I who kept kicking the glass

When I thought about Forgiveness I cried

My mind was enveloped in sadness

I didn't recognize who I was without my pain

I was a better version

The one people want to see

Was I still me?

 

 

  • Author: haleyalexis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2021 23:52
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Was I still me?'..
    depends, was there - ever
    a You: to begin with, buried
    under all that worded Pain?



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