What is this feeling?
What is this lump in my chest?
What is this knot in my stomach?
Why this sudden need to rest?
I was happy, I was fine
Everything was so divine
Then suddenly it all comes down
Crashing, plummeting to the ground
That pang of shame,
That twinge of guilt
The heavy weight
Is like a quilt
Must I suffer the consequences
Of an action I did not commit?
I feel like someone is talking ill
Behind my back, I cannot help it
Why does it weigh so much on me?
Why do I feel like I am not free?
Is it not true that I've been set free?
So why is it so hard to be me?
I want to be alone
I want to be unashamed
Where I'm not judged or thrown away
Where there's no-one to be blamed
Until then, my bag of stones
Will be my only companion
As I sink further and deeper still
Into the abyss; mind, skin and bone
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
