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.
