This was inspired by a status message Kai once had...Then i started thinking....
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Locked in this Cell
I feel so alone.
No one has passed by
And I'm losing all hope...
The Ironic thing is,
I have the key.
The one holding me prisoner..
Is actually me.
I am but a prisoner unto myself.
I feed myself lonelyness, and lots of doubt.
I chain myself tightly
I won't let myself go.
I've lost so much sanity
I've lost so much hope.
I make myself wait
I torment myself
I put myself down
I won't let others help.
I make myself cry
I make myself scream
I make sure I'm silent
So no one can see.
I am but a prisoner unto myself.
I whine and a moan and i groan and i hiss
I put myself through all this pain, through all this s**t
I hurt myself daily
More every minute.
No one can save me
I've gone past the limit.
I am hypocrital
I tell other what they they should not do
Then i turn around and do what i told them to not
I am massacistacal
I hurt myself so
I make the wounds deep, i make sure the scars grow.
I am saddistacal
I cause you all to much pain.
I make your lives so misrable
I feel I am so much more than insane.
I think my status is critical
My stiches are ripping apart
Everthing that has made me whole
Has been removed, much like my heart.
This was all true until a let myself go
I unlocked the cell
I took off the chains and so...
I opened myself up, the burning wounds closed.
And when i found him...
The the stitches of my heart were slowly re-sewn.
I was a prisoner unto myself.
I had nothing, i allowed no help.
But once i opened the cell,
I became free.
My heart was stolen
And I've again become me.
Thank god for the moment that set me free
Thank God for the chance of letting us meet
The cell is long gone
The chains and shackles too.
I Love you my dear...
Thank God for you.
Locked in your hold
I feel us as a whole.
I never want to breech
I never want to let go.
The Ironic thing is,
God blessed me with you
But the way you see it,
God gave me to you.
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It became happier.....<33
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...The Little Black Rain Cloud's Thoughts...
Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
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