I live in darkness
my comfort zone,
been here so long
I call it home.
No need to holler
too late to scream
shadows at night
dance in my dream.
So what if I'm hurting
you'll not see me cry
what does it matter
we're all going to die.
Demons that taunt me
and call me their friend
whisper to me
lies once again.
Fate holds the answers
but fate will not tell
I thought this was heaven
but found out it's hell.
- Author: teardrop ( Offline)
- Published: December 18th, 2024 07:14
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
This really resonates with me, hope there is some light soon if the poem is about the author, well written
Thank you so much for the read.
You are very welcome
Fate is just a series of seasons where everything ends up blending together .
Thank you for the read Lorenz and the reply. Always appreciate it!
Sounds like a state of depression. All light has been snuffed out. Not an easy situation to live with. Your words are descriptive and convey the hell of this illness teardrop. Well done.
Thank you Cassie, I always appreciate you reading me and love to read your replies.
this reads like it was conceived & written in a very dark place .. I sincerely hope I am wrong or at least you have now found some light .. 💛👍
Hi Neville. thank you again for the read. I have my moments and I write them on paper. Keeps my sanity in tact.
I totally get and relate to this teardrop! A hauntingly beautiful poem, my friend! 🌹👏
Thank you so much for your read and comment. I'm sorry you can relate so well to this piece, sucks sometimes, don't it?
When fate
Met the number eight
It was given a good shake
Up
Tee hee....love your reply. Thank you for reading me.
You are right; nobody gets out alive. Will you let yourself suffer until then? Good work.
I don't plan on it. Thank you for the read and the great comment,
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