How the heart hurts and how it is heavy,
how I long for the strength rather than the dreary.
It never subsides and it never heals
but, rather I feel the weight of the burden
that the memory cannot seem to halt, or repeals-
the disgruntled and mislead, carried and uncertain.  

The poison I have drank cannot be blamed
for it was me who let the poison sink from within;
For it has grown wild and insane as if it had rained
down ******* myself, down ******* on my skin.
Crimson, cherry, dark hues lie tauntingly on my body
to appease the voices, the thoughts that taunt and scream.
Left alone? Never could I dream of a day's peace where I embody
the strength, the will, the power where it remains a dream.

I bid these thoughts in high regards.
They accompanied me when no one around
cared to see, cared to follow,
instead leads, lies, misuses and remarks
the time, the darkness that was once surround-
ensured me, I was hollow.