I’m in a crowd of people,
But I feel alone.
The voices in my head,
Scream at me,
Words that are spoken together,
That I cannot tell what they are saying.
EVERYTHING IS RED!
I try to sleep,
But in my sleep I am awaken,
I am chased by the dark shadows,
That haunt my heart.
I don’t remember my past,
Because there’s nothing in my past,
I wish to remember.
WHY IS BLOOD RED!?!?!
These scars that bury deep,
Can’t be erased.
However with these scars,
I can erase my existence.
TAKE ME AWAY!
Away from this place,
Away from myself,
Away from this reality,
Where everything is just too real!
Take me away,
From all this pain,
Take me away from this misery.
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"...there's nothing in my past..."
If only that were true, then misery would be a stranger and pain a ghost.
indeed
However i wrote this part, to say ive tried to forget the past, in order to get rid of my pain, and misery. And throughout the rest of the poem, it doesnt help to forget.