In my darkest hours, I feel alone
In a house that doesn't feel like home
As the world around me fades to black
I struggle to keep myself on trackThe tears fall and the pain cuts deep
I feel so lost without a strength to keep
I try to move on, but it all feels lost
I'm pushing myself, but at what cost?In my darkest hours, I search for light
But all I can see is endless night
I want a path to hope, a way to feel
A new better way to move on and concealI wish this place of sadness and despair
Would find a way to heal and repair
The broken pieces of my heart and soul
That show me the way to once again be whole
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...