If I was to sit here and tell you my pain we’d be here for hours, Pain is inevitable, For some endless, For me a darkness and lingers in the back of my mind waiting for a moment to envelop me in a blanket so heavy I have no way out, I have to wait. For someone outside that darkness to just whisper my name so I can swim up and just breathe.
This darkness is wide, Even as I cry out to this darkness it has no sympathy, My pain is mean, Heartless, My struggle is its joy, My hurt is relief, My sorrow is a sweet aroma to the stretch of my happiness, Yes, I smile. A lot in fact, But is it real? I’m the best actress you’ve ever seen, My smile is laced with the pain; darkness; hurt and sorrow that you will never see so, please!
Allow me to grieve for the happiness I can’t feel. I forgot how it feels, it’s numb but pain... You’ve all but won.
This poem is about darkness. Keep a look out for the light