Hiding From Myself Again

I look around the alley so dark

To find a way or light a spark

Startling at the slightest sound being made

like a poor goat for slaughter being laid

My eyes do not seem to wrok

and legs are as cold as ice

I'm screaming for some love

and a good place to hide

from my own emotions and blames

from my consciousness and shame

from my identity and fame

from my very own name

I lurk in the distant corners of hopelessness

yet missing the reason to be there

My existence doesn't really help much

I'd rather be not here

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It was a random poem :) written right in the middle of a study session but a criticizing comment will be nice :D

*Beth*