Living a lifetime in a world full of lies, Endless heartache that never truly dies. Deception’s a game I know all too well, Realizing its wrath is no better than hell. Even those I’ve trusted I no longer know, And the resentment within me continues to grow. Appearances serve us as masks of true colours, Quite often we’re fooled by pretenses of others. How I wish for the simplicity of days gone by, In which only truth was perceived by mine eye. Emptiness is a barred prison deep inside me, Try as I might, I cannot set myself free. Grave sadness within me I barely comprehend, Hoping against hope this void time will mend. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger I’m told, But bearers of such “wisdom” don’t feel my fierce cold. Seeking out something, yearning for more. Hoping my salvation lies just yonder that door. Somewhere along this road of desire, I’ve lost myself--and within me--the fire. Tragedy quickly becomes my middle name, The story is over -- I’m through with this game.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to let others know that even in their darkest days, there is someone else who's experienced their pain. Always remember that the only person you can depend on is yourself.
Birth sign: Cancer
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