Forever Trapped with Hatred

In the dark room alone sitting on the cold black marble floor. Feeling empty seeing the madness of what is happening to me for everyday basis. People stare with wonder ready to use me for something. Forced to do of what I do not like to do. Hearing echoes of screams from fights, arguments, and drama throbbing with pain my brain lying on the screaming contentiously. My tears ran like a waterfall as it comes and goes. I stayed inside of this bloody empty room of darkness that I came into, to hide away from everyone. Nothing only a candle stayed close to the shattered window. The madness stays beyond my brain forever as no one listens to me.

The Dark Path

I am in the alone in the dark path. Full of darkness, misery and hate in which I feel from the inside and out. Like a broken record replaying it repeatedly. The path continues on leading to nowhere at all. Anything but dark skies with clouds blackened most of the areas. Seeing no sunshine ahead, just only my lantern, I am holding. Showing no mercy to anyone, who comes my way into the Dark path?

The Insane Asylum

The Insane Asylum is where I have been day in day out. People around me stop in stare feeling the chills as if they are scared of me to death. Others whisper into their own ears and playing the back stabbing games giggling. The corridor eyes on the grayish black color makes me more of a prisoner of a sick-minded freak. My mind tormented by lies with hatred feeling unexpectedly without warning. Each day was the same shit repeatedly without a day of peace. Others pretended I do not even exist at all, as I try to talk to them. Silence stays with me to avoid from anyone screaming at me for every small thing and being wrongly accused. They were times I am ready to scream my head off shattering things around me in rage but I kept it in hiding it from others. While me trying not to commit any harm or damage as I felt more of a discrete young woman who does not know anything in life. I know everything around me but not a disabled retarded prick! I glanced myself in the mirror feeling as if I’m nothing, mind going to a blur couldn’t escape from the bad reality trapped into the darkness. Stuck in my own Asylum forever...

The madness of despair

The irritated madness carries inside of me feeling the pain in my heart each day, as I tried to hide. In times, I show the fake smile without anyone doing questioning about me pretending acting like they fucking care but not. Breaking free from everyone whom done me wrong, escaping the madness invading my soul leading me to a breakdown of hellish doom. Feeling as I am trap inside a maze or a cage trying to get out, but no use. I keep on turning and running away screaming my head off but no one seem to care. Thinking I do not exist or not belong elsewhere.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.11.2011

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