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Sep 2019
I was a mistake. It was a hell of a ride but I had to halt had too much at stake. Guess its just fate my days in dreaming with nights awake. As if I was well studied to my weak points they applied pressure. A fitting gesture to a man with his past emotionally bloodied this made my heart a fissure I was stresscased at my core's base so daily I grew more smiles hiding my real face. I gave trust but for my heart the world held a bloodlust. It chased me down, twisted my mind around to accept this pressure it was as if my pain people treasured.

I was peoples most common devilish delight.. A young man with potential.. Yes I had chances.. But evil of human hearts is intelligent and kept attacking my innocence so when I see people I'm sick of all of this and I stare blank into the distance..

Relentless my brain became in my attacks of anxiety so slow I changed sick I had no chance and fell to the ground stars all around as they circled me quick they were slick with words to fit their own benefit they were ****** to this day I'm ticked man I'm ******* I was so blind, I'm infuriated at how you all left me behind your lives ever foward my mind stuck in rewind I was lost memories and lost light I just could never find.

So I live bumbed, sore, torn and numbed by **** that used pressure ******* when to my love they applied their thumb until of me nothing was left but what the world calls a man.

My childhood gone. Stolen by my love and by time..

Drowning in expecations.

This is me now.. Broken back but I still walk. No desire to speak yet I still talk.

No strength even to crawl..

But I still walk.. I still walk..

My God I still walk..

And it never stops..
I realize it is a dark poem.. I have been experimenting with wordplay.. This is a little out of my norm but I want to become more skilled.. I am a self-taught poet so I suppose this poem is my "experiment"  as well as a viewpoint on society and its dark side. I am trying to broaden my poetry and its forms.
Written by
Chris  25/M
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