and the truth shall set ye free

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
this poem is more of a free verse. it really doesnt have any rhyme, and is just intended to get my feelings down on paper without really thinking about it.

Submitted: October 28, 2010

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as i walk this house, hollow and alone,

my mind so stuffy, with a heart of stone,

i have come to realize several truths about myself,

though the truths i have come to realize hurt.

i hate myself as i wish i could cry,

realizing things makes me want to die.

i feel empty as i walk these dark shadows,

my mind then wanders and i feel deserving of gallows,

i can be in a roomful of people and not feel a thing,

i can be alone with hundreds of people surrounding me,

though i used to be the life of the party and now i am dead.

lies are deceitful, and i am only doing it to myself.

i am drowning,singing-deeper- deeper

into this abyss, my own personal kind of hell.

i dont cry , not even just a little.

why cry for self pity, when self pity is irrelevant and selfish ?

i do not understand why i feel hurt in such ways,

perhaps just from so much pain i have endured,

perhaps it is from lost love that can not be regained?

love has a funny way of making you lie to yourself,

yet it makes you see the beauty in life.

does this mean that i need love to see beauty?

or that beauty is only a lie that i am feeding to my eager and angry self to make me feel better about it so i dont feel alone?

why lie to myself when there are so many haunting and ugly truths?


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