My Poor Soul

poem by: Mistie Lovelace
Written on Jun 01, 2016

I sit here silent, I want to scream, my head is filled with bad, bad things.
Things I try to let go, things I try to pray away, things I try to forget, I try but it never ever quits!
Things no human should ever know, these things have a death grip on my soul. 
I really wish I could just let the fuck go!
I pretend they haven't left a scar, that they no longer hurt me or make me cry.
I know I will go straight to heaven because this has to be hell.
I know only time will tell, time has never been my friend, only these demons and my sins.
I try to numb it everyday only to let more and more of my soul slip away.

 

Tags: deep, scary, pain, dark, fear,

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Sun Chaser commented:
Painful reality. Very familiar.
Misti D Lovelace commented on Oct 25, 2018 at 10:16pm
Sun Chaser please know life will have great days and never give up you are a great talent.

 

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