Never Going Back To Black

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about reflecting on a bad part of your life and the hope about never ending up there again.

Submitted: March 13, 2012

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Submitted: March 13, 2012



Sitting in my room thinking of words that rhyme

Being told by my bullies it was a waste of time

I was a good-for nothing, would never get a guy

Getting letters through my locker, telling me to die

Not that it didn't try but not the way others would

I rebelled against society, against anything good

In the dark forest of depression, I met so many friends

We needed love but the pain never ends

The dark, the smoke, the memories and abuse

Beating us down until our mind unscrews

I've been to every dark place, the hell holes of pain

Although I'm cured now, the scars remain

I can sit in the light and feel the sun on my back

Turning away from the terror, never going back to black

But I'm not bullet proof and I can still take a fall

Because I'd rather feel pain than feel nothing at all

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