I hate my voice


Chaos lives inside my head; shattered love has never been more broken.
If I could change this life, then I would simply forget,
Everything that made me what I am
And my words would remain unspoken.


But for now I will talk of the man inside.
The hollow heart; the empty eyes.  So loveless, so lifeless…so feeble.
I am the burden I carry; self-sacrifice.
Lies tell the truth; we wish to hide all feelings from all people.


I am no light and I am without help.
Me, me, me; self-obsessed, so I write.
Only I can save myself, from myself,
But apathy is killing me and I am feeling nothing on the outside.


Music is my only friend who never lies to me;
Poetry is my only chance at finding the soul I desperately need.
I am a pathetic piece of me and the ashes of the man I used to be.
So I remain the same, I remain the same; I remain inside my grief.


Pictures mean nothing to me, but words show a true image.
Art is yours to take or leave and I am without a voice.
All I do is see the truth, as I ignore the finish;
Books have become interesting…poetry is my only choice.


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