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|Hello everyone on POF..Ive been wanting to write this poem that i wrote 5 months ago..My life has been tramatic with events..never explained it in my profile but here it is..|
The cell I live in is my mind, where I reside, the place I hide.
For when the past comes here to stay, I fold away, I hide inside.
This cell is dank, my skin sweat , feels like the ceiling crushes from above.
The floor is wet, the stench is sweat, this place is lacking warmth, and love.
I built this place with my own hand, the reason for to lock away,
My experiences are too much
And darkness reigns in this foul place, the flashbacks come, the nightmares stay.
For when the past comes round to call, my feelings hides me from the truth.
It shelters me from all that hate, it is my only covering roof.
And though to all I’m brash and bold, my outer skin seems hard and cold,
Reality is a different thing, I feel so weak, so used,
I’ll tell you how this came about, although I really have no doubt,
That you already know,
Because like me you have this room, the place to go, where you can shout,
It came about as I am weak, a person plagued by simple thoughts
When they come, i see myself in situations in my childhood, so full of sadness, and
feeling of anger and confusion
Feels like the dreams are real and i wake up in a sweat
I scream when i wake, and breathe hard, and fast
Please i need help
A life full of bad thought, and severed thoughts
wish someone can help me..doctors cant support
my meds dont work and i lock them away
never to be found
in something called a dumpster
and that is called the shame trashed in a green fort
cry, and suffer..
please it needs to go away..as if im deep under