I have found myself lost amongst the pieces that make up who I am
In this cold dark foggy place there is nothing to see
Smothering and silent without sight, my sense of self fades
Finding humility that I am truly the same as the darkness and smothering fog that surrounds me
Can I even recognize myself at this point? What am I?
Realizing I have been crying as I look down at my worn out hands and a tear drops
My hands are an expression of my soul
How do I make my amends? Can I get back to the past
Either way I must accept this, this is what I have created
No longer feeling life as a whole, just pieces
I'm just too confused to hate myself or even try to turn around
Are the ones I have lost ashamed of me?
Will I ever find peace in this suffocating abyss?
Will I find the strength to wait for the answer?
Is breathing and bleeding enough?
This silence, it has always been, always lurked
I think I am alone though I know in a sense I am not
All my demons.............

I love it. Honest, raw, and sensitive.
Layed emotion's on one's table, be it another step in creating more good work.
Thanx domo for sharing.

you shouldve recognized my darkness lol, this is kashshaptu

i love it ,you have explained your emotions very well!

I thought so.

Kash, domo youve constantly got me wondering.

I love your work sweet!!
*hugs*

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