I have lost everything I thought made me, me
Torn myself apart in fits of rage
Only to be left to try and put the pieces back together
But the problem is
The pieces never quite fit like they used to
And the more I try to force myself to be whole
The emptier I feel
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 7:03 AM UTC
He saw in me what he once held behind his own eyes.
A vision of splendour to thy beholder,
a prodigy of sorts to be moulded and shaped.
I was a blank canvas and he the creator.
Don’t you see?
This thing you call life,
the gift most are granted at birth,
was never mine to own.
Cursed to never know what it is like to hold power over your own destiny. To be granted the privilege of choice.
Instead I am forever bound to a man who declares himself a god.
A possession
until the day I perish,
that is the price I paid.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
She burnt too bright for a time
and then like all things that age,
she burnt into nothing at all
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
You left a void,
an emptiness
I did not know how to fill
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:03 AM UTC
A black cloud hangs over my head
Spanning an entire continent
My suffering was too much for them…
And it’s too much for me
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
It grew hard to tell
what was a skeleton to be buried
and a treasure to be revealed
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
The hopelessness
the sadness
is a weight that became to heavy for me to carry
So I was forced to shed
my own substance
to make room
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
How could you commit ******
but it be called two different things?
There was no difference in our actions,
only the side of the battlefield we were standing on.
I knew the truth though, I always have.
I was just like them, a cold-blooded killer.
The only difference was the uniform I wore and the man I pledged allegiance to.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
I lost my life a long time ago
because lord knows this isn’t living
I gave it away to the hole in my brain
to the other me
the one who is controlled by irrational thoughts and behaviours
And in all honesty I can’t say I miss it
I have grown so used to it
this state of emptiness
of nothingness
So much so that I cannot tell if I crave more
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC
The blame always did fall on my shoulders no matter the crime.
It wasn’t fair but it was my reality,
even in this place I was supposed to call home.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC