In the dark right at the back
There comes an awful sadness.
From my torn and Tattered soul
Cloaking my heart in pain.
Causing the windows to condense
The anguish into release
Leaking where only I can know
How much it hurts to be real.
To accept that the damage made this being.
Gave me the state of my mind.
In all the years of pain
All my years hold true
That the me in here that sufferes
Is best to be not you.
©wrennie
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