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Tuesday, August 30, 2005


   Urg...
I found this poem I had written a while ago, so I'm gonna post it here.

The pain overwhelms my mind,
the darkness breaks the mirror of my soul.
The shards seep in the scars of my heart,
and do nothing more than burn.

I would gladly welcome
a demon that doesn't invade my dreams.
My soul is in danger of dying,
with nothing left to heal.
My heart shatters like a broken mirror;
shards threatening to pierce my mind and soul;
and take away my love and peace.

Sorrow begins to cloud my dreams.
There is nothing let worth living for except pain;
which is the only way to tell I'm still alive.

Demons from within threaten to tear me from the inside.
I wish I was stronger to withstand pain and hurt.

I need someone to hold my hand.

I wrote this after my uncle died - both he and my grandfather have passed away from cancer, and I miss them a lot.

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