Hate
My spirit aches with shadows deep and long,
And questions flood my mind where do I belong.
Each morning brings a weight i cannot lift, a daily battle with this painful rift.
I search for reasons why the coldness stays, lost in the haze of these confusing days.
Do friendly faces hide a hidden slight, or is this darkness all within my sight.
This heavy self I carry starts to tire, fueled by a self-reproach, a burning fire.
My thoughts all tumble with a frantic pace, I long to find a calmer,clearer space.
The bed becomes a cage i cannot flee, with every rise, a sharp reality.
A lonely feeling wraps me like a shroud, lost in the silence of a noisy crowd.
I fear my purpose is to just be used, my own kind nature constantly abused.
Where dud the simple pathway go astray,
That led me down this dark and winding way.
A yearning deep to find a helping hand, to understand this troubled, shifting sand.
Twelve year's have brought a burden hard to bear,
A silent plea escaping the air.
Oh for a moment where the hurt would cease, and bring my troubled, weary heart some peace.
Made by rhia banks
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