These are things that have been inside of me for so long, that I must put then down in the form dark poetry, so that I may release myself from all hurt that lives within
To survive in this empty world has been so hard for me. How do you convince yourself to go on when the pain has gone so deep. I stand before the mirror and see no one just this empty shell. Is there anything that can rescue me from never knowing just a little bit of piece of happiness. In their little eyes I have found a glow, my babies have given hope. They are my comfort and my strength that now keeps me holding on.
To survive in this empty world has been so hard for me. How do you convince yourself to go on when the pain has gone so deep. I stand before the mirror and see no one just this empty shell. Is there anything that can rescue me from never knowing just a little bit of piece of happiness. In their little eyes I have found a glow, my babies have given hope. They are my comfort and my strength that now keeps me holding on.
mentalrage:
I completely get where you're coming from there, I can't even tell the days apart sometimes they all bleed together. The constant repetition just grinds away at you if you let it.