My All
I've been hurt so muchi've lost the ability and desire to trust,
my heart has been left open for so long
it feels as though its corrodid with rust.
Happiness plays tricks on my mind
filling me with hope and purpose,
only to mask the portrait
of my destination for sorrow and loneliness.
With depression as my guiding light
i fall prey to the continuing viciuos cycle,
i'm trapped in a world as bright as night,
my spirit, my thoughts blinded to all.
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