Untitled. :: nfowble514 :: Original Poetry

Untitled.

This is all I am.

Nothing but a memory.

A haunting.

A reminder of what you used to be.

I take all my pain,

And chain it to my chest.

I feel it in my soul,

There is no happiness left.

When you cry I feel it,

I feel the warm tears,

Falling down your cheeks,

Until they disappear.

I feel your suffering,

The pain they have caused you.

The hate you have for them,

For yourself.

I know the pain,

It’s as real to me as it is to you.

I soak up pain like sunshine,

But there is no happiness for me.

I’m just a ball of misery,

All kept together so I can’t break free.

There is no escaping,

It is me, I am it.